Many times, when I take pictures of the local sunsets, the sky is ethereal and all of the tones just cannot be captured as I would like to skate them.
This has pushed me along thought-lines about why art exists, what are the true capabilities of digital photography, and how I choose the actual moments of sunset when I to take the punctures. In other words, I second-guess an awful lot.
The painting, although not actually planned for the capture, gives some of the light purples and blues remaining as the sun moves toward a gradual exit of the stage.
In real life, it's just as spectacular as the sunset.
Well, close? Naa. But I like the colors!
I am deeply grateful to have these colors swimming through my intuitive mind.
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