Thursday, August 11, 2005
360 degree sunset
Every now and again there's a sunset that flings its color lavishly all over the sky, in every direction you turn. This particular view of the Bitterroot Mountains was one of those occasions. The bright reflection in the background is the Bitterroot River, casting back its own pink glow in response to the sky. A beautiful summer's eve in Montana...
# posted by Bitterroot @ 9:43 PM 
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Are the sunsets particularly incredible like this one -- now that the wildfires are burning over your way? The smoke is drifting over to Helena's skies ... and making our sunrises SO orange - the sun looks like a Christmas tree glass bauble glowing firey reddish orange in the mornings. While it's so beautiful -- I also know the color is mainly caused by the smoke from destructive fires...
not that we don't have awesome sunrises and sunsets in Montana ANYway!
I like the way you write, too. Nice description of the day.
Maureen
not that we don't have awesome sunrises and sunsets in Montana ANYway!
I like the way you write, too. Nice description of the day.
Maureen
Thank you Maureen...I so enjoy your comments. This photo was taken before the fires started, so the day was clear as a bell.
I know what you mean about the orange sun; it casts an ominous red light in the woods and fields and seems very unnatural. Once the smoke starts drifting in from all sides, there is a sense of foreboding hanging in the air. A literal and figurative pall. Missoula is surrounded by fires right now; they all started within a few days of each other.
I should probably have taken some photos of the plume of smoke billowing up behind my beloved Swans, but I didn't have the heart to do so.
Come, rain!
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I know what you mean about the orange sun; it casts an ominous red light in the woods and fields and seems very unnatural. Once the smoke starts drifting in from all sides, there is a sense of foreboding hanging in the air. A literal and figurative pall. Missoula is surrounded by fires right now; they all started within a few days of each other.
I should probably have taken some photos of the plume of smoke billowing up behind my beloved Swans, but I didn't have the heart to do so.
Come, rain!
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