Another epic sunset

When my daughter was a toddler she said, “Paintings are like flowers on snow.” I have always been in awe of her ability with words, something I do not have. What a free and uninhibited imagination she has. My inner critic never ceases to rule my head but my never ending hope is that I will recapture the unbound freedoms of my younger and more selfishly determined mind.

The view seen here never ceases to make me happy. Depending on the time of year, the angle of light, the intensity of the weather and density of the atmosphere, there will never be two glimpses alike. As evening approaches, a waxing moon floats above the glowing fog. What I longed for was to pull out a snow white canvas and throw down a bouquet of colorful clouds.