Limbs, Lines and Light
Layers of color, clouds and light above the power lines and bare tree limbs of winter.
It was one of those sunset scenes that grabs me in an instant.
I'm never far from a camera, usually one better than that which is included in my cell phone. I grabbed my Sony A6000 from the table in our sun room. It still had the ancient screw-mount Takumar 85mm lens on it, which isn't my kind of lens for the sky. I'm partial to ultra-wide focal lengths for land and sky-scapes.
I make do with what's in my hand.
The power lines bother me, but they provide needed resources. How else would I be typing this or uploading it to the web of computers that carry this scene around the world and present it to you? I need that power in those lines. So does the farmer just beyond the trees.
Those trees. Bare limbed now, but soon, very soon, to be full of green leaves, converting that sunlight into energy to grow and giving off oxygen for you and me to breathe.
I'm always fascinated by the layering of clouds at different altitudes. You can see the wind as it carves curves into the clouds. Here, there's those curvy lower clouds that catch the highlight of the orange, pink and other shades of red from the long rays of the setting sun.
I stood and stared at the constantly changing scene more than once. As I first saw it, then again after I grabbed some of that delicious sky.
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