All last Tuesday I’d kept an eye on the weather forecast. Would we have cloud; would we have a good sunset? Two nights before it had been glorious. But how many times can you take photos of a red ball in the sky? You need cloud, cloud disperses the glow, makes it more interesting.
Finally, the forecast predicted cloud-cover at sunset. But would it be too cloudy? As I left my house the air tasted of mist. I crossed the bridge, mist obscuring the further reaches of the river. I took a deep breath. What sort of photos would I get.
I got these: