Not To Keep Sylvia Waiting…

I mentioned in the last post that I’d given up on my search for landscape photo opportunities around noon today, opting instead to come home, debone the turkey and consolidate the leftovers from yesterday’s Holiday meal.

Hey, I’m not made of gas, you know!

So I did that, punctuated with doing an on-line weather watch, and being satisfied by the forecast of thickening clouds.  I was glad to not have squandered an afternoon driving around when I should have been doing house chores.

Then, a little after four, the cloud cover cracked, and the western sky resolved into a riot of pink and  fuschia puffs separated by  coronas of fire-pit orange.

I drew a blind so my daughter could see the show, and all the while I lamented my lack of prescience, noting that by the time I’d gotten dressed and out to a clear vantage point, it would doubtless be too late.   As if to illustrate my point, the spectacle on the western horizon diffused into nondescript bands of orange, and I closed the blind in resignation.

Back in the kitchen, my south-facing window was aglow, and one quick look caused me to dive for my camera, crank it up to ISO 3200 and lean against the cleanest piece of glass I could find on short notice.

It wasn’t very clean, and adding the low, scuttling clouds and branches in the foreground, the result will never be in a calendar, but you get the picture:

It was an OK consolation prize for a guy standing in his kitchen in his long johns.  🙂