Sometimes, just when you think the sun has pretty much ‘retired’ for the rest of the year, it’ll surprise you with a spectacular show in even the dreariest of months.
Stephen recently bought a new camera with a ‘low-light’ setting, so as the sun went down, we were both madly snapping away.
Observing us, the cats seemed nonplussed, to say the least.
To the south, the Hudson reflected the red sky.
A plane flew into the shot, and for a second I wish I was on it, especially if it was going into the past, so that I could rectify the mistakes I’ve made. Or perhaps the beach, since it would be nice to relax for a few weeks.
A smaller plane crossed above, going the opposite direction, and I hoped that the air-traffic controllers knew what they were doing. Not for the first time during the past few years, I felt ready to give up on flying altogether.
But thankfully the skies were noiseless, if not exactly quiet, as the sun disappeared over the horizon.
