Some sunsets are initiated by dust storms, others by the con trails of airplanes. So the sky this night must be made by birds, their wing tips dipped in gold, white and silver, their feathers leaving the thinnest trails behind as they soar high.
5 to remember
la pluma – feather
una tormenta de polvo – dust storm
una ala de pájaro – a bird’s wing
la punta – tip [of wing]
delgado/a – thin
Notes on a Spanish Valley 
So delicate 🙂
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Yes, beautiful. It’s a good autumn for sunsets. SD
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Such gorgeous images, thank you for sharing.
We have spectacular skies here in Southern California. I usually spot them as I’m on the freeway driving to work or some other essential errand. But I often remark that I’d love to just stop the car, set up my easel, and paint – right there in the middle of the freeway.
Maybe I should learn to use my camera…
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By the way, you wrote another evocative poem in your written description.
A few words that capture a whole sky.
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Sometimes, pictures do it all. SD
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