Our sunsets have awed me recently.
High winds make the clouds string out into long thin lines. It makes our familiar landscape look otherworldly.
The one thing that has made me sad is that my usual silhouette model, Shyla, has been in no shape to clamber on boulders. This sky was calling out to me for a silhouette photo!
Indeed, R remembered the routine, and he was *thrilled* to be the dog who was the silhouette model. Fortunately, the phenobarbital had Shyla sedated enough that it didn't occur to her to be upset that R was playing her role.