Saturday evening as I was driving along US 1,
there was a beautiful sunset over the marsh, next to the railroad tracks.
A storm was moving away that created a low ceiling or shelf
that by and by was gray and then golden and then a wonderful sunset glow
of oranges and reds and pinks.
On my way someplace to go somewhere else,
I didn't stop to get the shot.
This happened another time, in Provincetown, my last week there,
on our way to dinner after a craft show,
the sky was putting on a magnificent show.
What I remember most is that it just got better and more brilliant,
as though it would go on all night long.
Standing on the hill that overlooked Provincetown harbor,
all I could do was soak it in.
It felt like a gift after an exhausting day,
and there I was without my camera!
Some people can paint beautiful pictures with words,
others can paint beautiful pictures.
Me, I need a camera.