“Who reports the works and ways of the clouds, those wondrous creations coming into being every day like freshly upheaved mountains?” *
After driving through intermittent heavy rain on September 27, 2014, and with less than an hour to go to reach Phoenix, we pulled over at the Sunset Point rest area on Interstate 17. It seems that Sunset Point is aptly named, but we were a little too late for anything grand that might have preceded our arrival there. Still, I managed to get off a few shots of the last bit of sunset color above the darker type of clouds that had covered us for much of the afternoon.
From the decreasing saturation and increasing brightness of the blue and pink as you read across the sky, you can tell that I was aiming the camera generally southward and that the sun had settled out of sight off to the right.
* An answer to the title’s question, which John Muir posed in one of his journals, is, at least for this post: I do.
© 2015 Steven Schwartzman