Fantasia

Sometimes I just "Yam where I yam" to paraphrase Popeye. I can only dream about how this evening show would have photographed twenty minutes from town. But I was at home, in town, looking out the kitchen window when sunset poured this over the sky. It was a good place to be. The flow of colour was still glorious, even more than this because it was even bigger than this. More than my lens could, well, absorb. I don't think there was ever a chance of "capturing" it.