See that little bit of pink?  That’s the end of a color extravaganza that happened Wednesday as the sun went down.  The light moved so fast, I didn’t have time to get my camera out to capture it.

It started with a blaring crash of hot pink and dusky purples that felt like a cymbal symphony to my eyes.  Then trees loomed up and muted the whole thing.  When I came around the curve and the sky opened back up, I found the violins and flutes of pale pink barely whispering across the grey kettle drums of clouds.  One more curve and this.

Photographs never show the sky as magnificently as my eyes see it.