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

sunset, photography

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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

Thunderstorms, New Orleans

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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.

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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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

Storms, Texas, Beaumont

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Sky trail

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

Jet Trails, sunset

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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

Sunset

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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

Sunset

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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

Sky, sunset, airplane

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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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Crumpling closed

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

I wonder how many people missed this one?
--steve buser

Sunset, Beaumont, Texas

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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

Prismatic Pool, Yellowstone, Wyoming

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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

nightfall, sunset, Beaumont, Texas

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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

sky, sunset, Texas, Beaumont

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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

sunset, New Orleans, Louisiana

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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

Sundown, New Orleans, Lake Pontchartrain

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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

sunset, clouds, Beaumont, Texas

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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

sunrise, texas, clouds, sky

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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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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

sunset, Beaumont, Texas, sky
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