You’d think, with the heat, there’d be a fierce sunset of virulent colours, but no.
It was almost subdued. Almost. There was something about the understated nature that was menacing, threatening. It’s beauty is likewise understated.
first – light slanting across the road & picking out emerald verdant green from the street trees
The sky was smeared with cloud, blurring and swallowing the light:
It didn’t intensify, but darkened – the clouds were only in a small area.
One moment of intense glory
The clouds radiated out without taking colour with them
Wind driven calligraphy
the clouds themselves were beautiful, but it was all so static, understated.
the long view is less static and implies the sense of distance between me, across miles of urbanity, to an unseen, unreachable horizon where the sun slips behind the clouds into the darkened sea.
There was no further colour. THe ramparts of clouds swallowed all, waiting for the heat tomorrow.















so beautiful and so artistic.
Thank you, Nia. xxx
lovely composed photos… really impressive…
thank you! Such a strange sunset that I had to work really hard, ’cause the sunset weren’t givin’ me nuffink!
bitches when they’re like that…
heh heh
Although in my mythology, the sun is male so he;s bein’ a right bastard!