I went shopping for some vittles and looked up. That in itself is unusual. However, the sky seemed a bit pink, muted, pastelish and rather pleasant. When I came out, holy mackerel Batman. There’s fire in the sky. Knowing the time for enjoying this was short, I rushed to the alleged truck (it’s old with undetermined usability left – but that’s another post) and grabbed the camera. Blackberry, actually, but no bells and whistles. I hate bells and such. A couple of clicks and here’s the evidence.
Transient, maybe, but who says value and beauty must be graspable and bankable?