Friday, December 18, 2009

A signed sunset


A prismatic effect of some sort caused the bright streak through the sky the other night.  It almost looks like someone was signing their work of art.
--steve buser







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Saturday, November 21, 2009

The slipperyness of Sundown


This about the slipperyness of sundown.  Leaving behind it shining on the puddles of the day, the sun silently slides to the safety of the night. (Beaumont, TX)
--steve buser



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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Clouds shouting darkness


Heading into a hefty thunderstorm on my way back into New Orleans one day.  The clouds were shouting darkness at me, probably trying to get me to turn around.
--steve bus


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Sunday, November 8, 2009

Lake Conroe sundown


The sun concedes the blues and greens first, and lastly the oranges and roses, over Lake Conroe.  We were there for the weekend to support our son Charlie in a half-Ironman race at La Torretta Del Lago.  This was our first trip there since the new owners took over and gave the place a new make-over.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Sky symphony


A thunderstorm, a sunset, a refinery, powerlines and crepuscular light all play their part in this sky symphony.

--steve buser


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Friday, October 23, 2009

Light-eating storm descends


This was a few days ago when a line of heavy showers was powering down on downtown Beaumont, just as I was heading out for lunch. The buildings are so bright because the sun was still shining behind me.  However, it took me a few seconds to get my camera ready for the shot.  In that time, I lost the real brightness of the scene.
--steve buser


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Monday, October 19, 2009

Sky trail


A jet trail takes part in an abstract painting across the evening sky. 
--steve buser


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Friday, October 9, 2009

Red sky at night -- life's delight


This was driving home one night in Beaumont.  The sky just soaked itself in red.  I had to pull over, jump out and take a picture.  I was so afraid the light would fade befoe I could capture it. The beautiful moments in life often come upon us suddenly, with little warning. That is when our real metal is tested.  Do we have the peace of mind to stop and savor it.

--steve buser

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Partners in shine


Setting, the sun seeks the help of a stray water puddle to keeps its light alive. They stared at each other for nearly 15 minutes before they both lost the strength to glow.
--steve buser

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Monday, September 21, 2009

Heaven's gate


Does any song come to mind? Then sing it heartily. The heavens open a passageway for 200 or so souls flying temporarily through.
--steve buser

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Saturday, September 19, 2009

Winds gird cloud



This strange cloud shape that somewhat resembles what you might expect over a moutain, appear one day in Southeast Texas. You can see the winds making a circular ring around the cloud. Maybe I don't pay enough attention to clouds, but this was strange to me.

--steve buser

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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Crumpling closed


Looking more like some rumpled colored foil, than a sunset, the sky was filled spectacularly this night.

I wonder how many peop
le missed this one?
--steve buser

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Steamy prism


This is one of the outflows from the Prismatic Pool in Yellowstone National Park. The steam comes from water bubbling up from volcanic heat pumps deep in the earth's crust. The 640,00-year-old, 45-by-30 mile caldera formed from an eruption of the active volcano forms the center of the National Park. There are more than 10,000 hydrothermal features and 300 active geysers in the park.
--steve buser

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Monday, August 31, 2009

Nightfall's fancy fades in


Perfect colors for a Halloween. Perhaps this was a hallowed eve'ning. Magical burnt orange and sienna swathed aslant across the sky. A slow dissolve to black. Adjusting the mind's eye to the reverie of night.
--steve buser

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Saturday, August 29, 2009

Hand me down sky


Were it not for the fact that it is up and not down, you might think this is a creek bottom rather than a cloud-rippled sunset sky.

I think nature reuses her patterns.
--steve buser

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Friday, August 28, 2009

Sun Slip


The sun held on as long as it could. The moon was starting to airbrush the waves in the foreground. The sun eventually lost its grip and fell behind the horizon. Lake Pontchartrain went dark, with just meager moonlight staining the surface.
--steve buser

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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Searing sunset


This is a shot from a while back in Lacombe Harbor (just across Lake Pontchartrain, north of New Orleans). It was a beautiful night to be watching the sunset. Just now when I put this up here, I realized I had my directions all wrong. I thought I was looking south toward New Orleans. But, of course, the sun sets in the west. That ever happen to you? You figure something out long after it doesn't matter any more.

--steve buser

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Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sun veiling


A setting sun and clouds passing close to the ground combine to veil old Helios in a mysterious way. I was just driving home one night and pulled over to the side of the road to capture this scene that appears to be the beginning of a Shakesperean scene. This is a photo I posted first in my SoutheastTexasDailyPhoto blog.
-steve buser

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Friday, August 21, 2009

Sandy Sunrise


Looking more like a sandy beach than a sunrise, the old beleaguered sun was patiently waiting this day to let its rays rain down.

I can identify with a sun that never seems to be in a hurry to start its day, but, once awakened attacks its task with an ecstatic spirit.


Perhaps, it is because there is never vengeance, never spite, never a score to settle in it's daylong delivery of feverish fire. It has a resolve of purpose that allows it to shine hour after hour its life-giving lumens until its strength wains and it slides behind the horizon to refresh its furnace.


I think I may just do that, too -- turn on the dream machine and, though hibernating on this side of the world, trek untethered through those nigh-trise neverlands.

-steve buser

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Thursday, August 20, 2009

Smoke gets in your sky


Sometimes its the rusty reds and burnt oranges that make a sunset jump out at you. Other times is more subtle smoky tones such as this sunset shot on Citrus Lane in the River Ridge area of Jefferson Parish (New Orleans' neighbor).

This photo was orignally posted in my New Orleans Daily Photo blog.

--steve buser

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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Rusty rest


Night time was slow in coming this night. The sky was trying on a few different robes before retiring with this fall-rust-colored one.
--steve buser

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