chasing the sun as it falls

A beautiful sky, a beautiful light.  I grab my camera , dither to find my coat and put on my boots. And the magic is gone.  Or nearly. Just the other side of the trees I can still see it. Glints of gold pierce the dark undergrowth and vertical trunks.  If I go round.? I march through the fields racing the falling sun hoping to catch it on the other side.  I round the corner.  It has gone.

The sky is still beautiful and the light catching the underside of the clouds too.  But it is not what I was chasing.

Next time…

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