I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.
I remarked constantly, just at sunset, in these latitudes, that the eastern horizon was brilliantly illuminated with a kind of mock sunset. This in a short time disappeared, to be soon succeeded by another similar in character, but more faint.
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
Sunsets are great. Sunrises are a mixed bag. You either got up way too early or went to bed way too late.
My favorite place to go is Zabriskie Point in Death Valley. If you see it at sunrise and sunset, it's like you're on Mars.
Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It's the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.
Sunlight is painting.
The sky outside the window was changing rapidly from deep, velvety blue to cold, steely gray and then, slowly, to pink shot with gold.
Believe it or not, the sky is blue here in Glasgow. I absolutely love it here.
A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.
The biggest cliche in photography is sunrise and sunset.
Late afternoon on the West Coast ends with the sky doing all its brilliant stuff.
More varied than any landscape was the landscape in the sky, with islands of gold and silver, peninsulas of apricot and rose against a background of many shades of turquoise and azure.
No real sunrise could paint the sky Surgical Appliance Pink.
