The days have already grown shorter, about to be made shorter still in a different sense because of the end of Daylight Savings. I will miss riding at sunset!
For a few months — late September, all of October, just the beginning of November — riding after work means riding at sunset, being treated to some spectacular views of fire-like light in the west.
I hate Daylight Savings because I never adjust and feel sleep deprived the entire time between March and November, but after this weekend, I will be riding at night during the work week.
The camera fails to capture the true splendor, other than to show that each sunset differs from the next.
You may have noticed the captions … I tend to characterize the sky’s appearance by periods in art or literature … very loosely … just sort of a habit. I say things in my head like, the sky looks very Mannerist today, or, it’s overcast and turbulent today like in every Ann Radcliffe novel ever. Sometimes abstraction gets the best of me and I take it beyond what actually makes sense.