Summer’s last gasp sunset. We call it the Friendly Valley and sometimes it is. And sometimes there are fires above the west ridge and it seems as if it is only a matter of time before everything we have known is gone to gray and rain. Several days ago the rains came hard, sleeting bursts of sound and fury; streets awash in the valley, wind rattling the shingles and shutters. I took this picture last week. Just in time I guess ’cause winter is comin’ on and it will be months now before another sunset sky like this one signals day is done, time to rest.
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