I had been working several hours in the yard with Scooter’s willingness to explore Western Montana limited by a 20′ rope. She’d had more than enough of that little world view while I had over plenty of digging, scratching in the stubborn soil and hooking up ground lines for my ham radio.
We took our walk up along the river and back. The sunset was lovely. It deserved more respect than just passing by. I sat down by the west side of our house and respected it. But almost immediately decided to grab a snapshot, so I took my camera up the knoll a bit and shot this one.
There are a hundred million sunset photos out there with most more breathtaking, but this one is mine.
It is what I saw.
It is how I felt.
This is how my Tuesday came to a close.
