The Return of a Half-Forgotten Sunset

I happened to be browsing through the photo gallery on my iPad today, and I came across a sunset I had photographed back in February. At first, I couldn't recall taking the photograph, but after a few seconds it all came back to me.

​I had just come home from work and was about to enter the house when I looked to the west just beyond the chicken coop - still a dilapidated ruin back then - and noticed the warm light of a sunken sunset as it painted captivating mauve and pink hues onto the clouds. The scene, or more specifically, the quality of light, reminded me of a Mednyánszky painting, so I dug into my backpack, withdrew my iPad, and took a snapshot. I studied the photo for about a half-an-hour later that evening and spent some time comparing the light I had captured to the quality of light the Wandering Baron so masterfully recreated in so many of his landscapes.  I remember feeling distinctly happy for many hours afterward. Oddly enough, seeing the photo again now has provided a few more hours of warm contentment.

It's amazing what a little light and color can do. It really is.