It’s that time of year when color is pretty much a bonus, especially at the beach. It’s usually so muted that it’s a distraction, not an addition, to a photograph. I had that in mind when I headed out.
The afternoon wasn’t colorless. The palette was just muted.
It wasn’t until will after the actual sunset that I was packing up the car for the drive home. That’s when I glanced westward again to find a shocking degree of afterglow.