Make Sure the Clouds Are Pink
The bright sunlight was already gone from the Shuntavi Butte. The sun had set several minutes before when a women run up to the end of the overlook trail where I had my camera and tripod set up. As the sun sand further down below the mountains to the west, she described her fustration, a common fustration, with the photos she captured with her cell phone. The colors were never quite like the ones she saw, and she could never get the clouds the right shade of pink. Her wish for the photos I was taking, "Make sure the clouds are pink."