There was color developing right along as I was driving in. Down low on the horizon, a rich vivid red. So I hurried up the trail, not wanting to miss any more than I absolutely had to.
Thing was, I had it figured for being one of those were the initial color might fade, but then redevelop even more brilliantly. The clouds were in the right position, high and thin stretching back from the horizon. And the gap in the clouds was about right where it should be too, just far enough above the horizon. And wide enough to allow the sun to paint their undersides for a good long time.
Alas, no. The introductory reds and oranges faded to blue-grey and then never came back.
Of course, the silvers of the clouds and the faint gold of the sun weren’t too shabby. But it left me wondering how much I’ve actually learned about how and when the skies produce color. The conditions should have been perfect! And as I was headed back down the trail I was fretting that I’d packed up too early; what if the sun’s brilliance on the water combined with the clouds and produced something brilliant? But as it turned out, the best color of the day was an hour before sunrise!
Should have paused the pickup on the side of the road while driving in for a shot or two. Sigh.