The evening of the wet morning in the city – the clouds were clearing, so I wasn’t sure what kind of a sunset it would be.
It was filled with swirling clouds and not much light, as though the heat pressed all the colour out. The heavy clouds lingering in the west depleted colour, asphyxiated brilliance, but the clouds were fascinating in their chaotic patterns.
First – a fellow sunset watcher: a singing honey eater on the wires
sunset was filled with colour smeared clouds:
the clouds themselves were wonderful – such shapes and patterns
The last glow of reddening light was almost smothered in the grey of heavy cloud, somehow intensifying the sense of thick heat, trapped by oncoming night:
the colours suggest malevolence:
From a distance there is empty sky above the horizon, but the heat remains
I hope you enjoyed these photos 🙂