The way the colours are laid out, its just like a paintbrush put them there - there are such distinct changes from one shade or colour to the next.
that's the best the best kind...
Only in Arizona. Sweet.
PaddyAnne, also those brush strokes were changing fast--these were the last moments of color, fading to black.limom, placid casual, Steve A, sometimes I think on other cyclists also riding at sunset, a kind of brotherhood of contemplation...the sunset monks.
Yes, there's a unique feeling when riding at sunset. I swear I find myself thinking about how cowboys or native americans might have felt in the distant past. Moving quickly on horses, out in nature, but not so fast that they miss the beauty around them.
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