This morning I got up and finished the painting of the juniper near my west deck. The undercoat was dry enough to cut in the sky behind the sturdy trunk of the huge juniper, and to add the hilights on the grasses at its base.
Almost every evening (when the day has been sunny or the sun comes out in the late afternoon) I am treated to this view. I never grow tired of it. There is something about the rich, dramatic colors of dawn or dusk that saturates my senses.