Cool Skies

We headed to a local park yesterday, thirty minutes before sunset.  It has a man-made lake surrounded by  a 1.4 mile cement path, and this picture was taken about a quarter of the way around.  While I took many more as the sun, a tiny ball of orange, set behind the clouds, this one is my favorite.

I grew up in the city.  The night sky I looked at as a child was mud-colored, though the skies as the sun set were awesome: "The pollution makes it pink!" we joked.  Now I can see much more of the sky; it's impeded only by trees and water towers, not tall buildings and smog.  I like that.

Next month we head west to Arizona and the Grand Canyon.  In the intervening weeks, I'm practicing with my new camera.  I took a year of photography in high school and a semester in college, but you wouldn't know it by my current confusion about aperture, shutter speed, and ISO.

I imagine the skies out there will make my suburban ones seem muddy and modest.