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
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
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.