…from light to less light to dark, without fanfare. Though the stars are out now.
From the archives here is another Lake Michigan sunset. No one in their right mind would ever believe one could see this sort of thing, but here it is—straight into and straight back out of the camera.
Sometimes the heavens just turn it up so high that no one can miss it! I called all the neighbors out to see this spectacular sunset. We all stood right in the middle of the street with our mouths wide open in amazement. The clouds are mammatocumulus. Again, I made no alteration of the image in the camera or software.
What planet is this we live on that these sorts of things can happen nearly every day?!
Still Learning To See 
breathtaking. makes me think of the song: a hundred thousand miracles are happening every day.
Hi John always a pleasure. I had left a reply on a previous post last week (I thought) but apparently didn’t. ? Anyway, I’ll try again, duh
Great picture. The magic of the west side of Michigan strikes again.
“What planet is this we live on…”–one of perpetual miracles if we only open our eyes. And yours are open all the time 🙂 Walt Whitman’s poem “Miracles” is one of my favorites, and Marcel Proust said, “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” Thanks for sharing your sight and vision.