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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