For the last few hours of the day I was looking up toward the sky. If the last light got below the clouds, the whole sky was going to light up. Work came to an end, while everyone else were making their way to their vehicles, I headed for the nearby trails. I was starting to see what was coming, excited, I moved quickly. For the next half an hour I moved back and forth on a small section of the trail. It was not the ideal spot for sunset pictures that evening, but no time to walk anywhere else. I knew the area and I was going to get a few good pictures. The river ice was questionable that evening, so that removed some options. I took a few pictures looking northeast, and then looking east. But back of my head the big show was going to be to the west. The big ending to the day started. There was no interesting foreground, I knew that as soon I had hit the trail. But the sky looked amazing, it was going to be the highlight and below it the outline of the Massive Range. Keeping it simple was the way to go that evening.
One reason I enjoy nature photography is the way I feel inside as I’m watching something beautiful. It’s like a visual energy entering the eyes and going right into the brain and from there spreading to the rest of the body. I have no drug experience I can relate it to, other than, you guess it, good chocolate after a long hard hike. It does not matter if it’s a sunrise, sunset or flora or fauna. The hit always lasts longer than the moment and I can’t wait until the next one. Fifteen minutes after I took this picture, I was walking over the bridge with a visual high and looked west. Faded, there were still some colours in the sky. Even the sky did not want to forget that evening.
