Memorable sunset sky

People quite often take and share photos of notable skies with beautiful clouds, impressive colours, melancholy mood… Some of the photos are really impressive but on the other hand, quite a few were not able to transport the magic of the moment into the two dimensional picture where the observers intended to hold the wonder.

Don’t understand my words as criticism, it’s just a statement of a fact. I know what I’m talking about as I made the same effort many times when trying to capture the uncapturable. Most of those photos ended in a bin, just the disappointment stayed of not being able to seize the beauty.

Despite my scepticism in this field, today I would like to share a photo of sky as well. Nothing awesome perhaps, but I love the texture, the colours, the abstract phantasy of the shapes. It was all there…

And you know what is funny about this photo? My husband told me that evening that there was a beautiful big yellow moon shining above the village and if he had the telephoto lens I purchased some time ago, he would want to use it to take a photo of that moon. I dismissed that idea but on second thoughts I took my camera and went outside the house. I tried a few shots of the moon but the lens is not that super long so the photos were not that interesting (just as I expected…), nevertheless I noticed the sky at the back of the garden…

Once again I didn’t get something I was aiming for but was rewarded for overcoming my negative I-had-known-that-before-I-started attitude with another treat. Isn’t it something to be grateful for?

And before I go, I’ll tell you that looking at the blue and orange in the sky made me think of Robert Frost’s poem Fire and Ice. I heard it for the first time in the Twilight saga and I fell in love with it immediately. I even memorised it right away, wallowing in its words and sounds. Movie makers should incorporate poetry into their films more frequently, if you ask me!

Robert Frost
FIRE AND ICE

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.