If I didn’t see last night’s sunset afterglow with my own eyes, I would think that the photographs here are interpretive paintings by an artist who has been smoking cactus again.
The sky was filled with swirling, molten, ever-changing color – like the northern lights, but better in its own cloudy way. It was a performance that lasted until darkness, which was almost a relief.
(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on January 12, 2026.)