After a short run of fishing in the Rio Grande, astride what used to be the border between the U.S. and the Republic of Texas, I hopped out of the “Texas” side to head back for the night, when peripheral vision of an orange flow over the distant ridge tops caught my attention. Fluidly brushed across the sky, flowing and evolving within every minute, wavy streak and clumpy swaths of cirrus clouds caught and relayed brilliant colors from the day’s last shafts of sunshine. None of those feisty little rainbow and brown trouts that I caught that evening were keepers, but this marvelous artwork certainly was, in memory and camera.
Gerrard, CO (29 Sep 18) Looking NW
37.6773, -106.5958Mountain Sky Canvas
After a short run of fishing in the Rio Grande, astride what used to be the border between the U.S. and the Republic of Texas, I hopped out of the “Texas” side to head back for the night, when peripheral vision of an orange flow over the distant ridge tops caught my attention. Fluidly brushed across the sky, flowing and evolving within every minute, wavy streak and clumpy swaths of cirrus clouds caught and relayed brilliant colors from the day’s last shafts of sunshine. None of those feisty little rainbow and brown trouts that I caught that evening were keepers, but this marvelous artwork certainly was, in memory and camera.
Gerrard, CO (29 Sep 18) Looking NW
37.6773, -106.5958