Fall is turning out to be everything summer was not, sunny and breathtakingly beautiful. The other day on my way home, the lakes demanded I made a stop on the bridge. Since they first put up three benches on the sunny side, it has been packed every night at sunset. Now we are up to fourteen benches, but a lot of people still sit on the ground, it is just a different feeling that way. On that day it was cold, but the light was special. Soft, but temperamental somehow. I stayed for half an hour to take it in and went home with frozen fingertips.
And then the sky exploded. It was like it happened in a moment, everything went pink and orange. I had to grab my camera and ride like a mad person to make it back to the bridge before it was all gone. This was all I got:
One of my favorite things about these rare orange sunsets are the way the windows on the other side of the lakes turn into burning mirrors. Crazy beautiful and near impossible to catch on camera.
Next time I get a feeling like that, I am going to pitch a tent and camp out.