Anatomy of a Sunset

When I'm writing, I'm not aware of time passing and am surprised when I look up and see visible signs of that lapse.   I took this set of pics over the course of an hour while I was also writing. (The yellow globe in these photos is the reflection of the interior light, not an errant moon.)


The photos remind me of successive drafts of a work in progress: the layering and deepening of the story with each draft.


With care and luck, that final draft might be a thing of beauty, rich but subtle?

But then, that is for the reader to judge.