Days have been clouded and cold, not always rainy., or cold and clear. But this night, late last week, was not clear, a bit cold, and threatening rain. It made for an unexpectedly stunning sunset because of the clouds.
There was a pine tree against the grey, filled with black cockatoos. They flew off not long after this photo, filling the cold evening with their mournful cries.
Colour came quietly, smudged by great grey clouds
It deepened and darkened, flared into brilliance down near the crowded horizon
the colours grew richer, the clouds that first blotted out the light became engulfed by it:
then the colour really began, and the clouds filled with hidden flame
colours deepened again, became more vibrant:
& spread across the sky:
and finally, in a thinning out of the clouds: a brief glimpse of the new moon:
then it was dark & cold and I was sneezing & snuffling with flu. I went in and joined my lovely Fattee sleeping Cattee: