Harvest Sun

Waning and Reaching; 2005

J.R. and I had planned on taking some shots around El Cajon. But as evening settled in the sky did anything but settle. Rather it began to shoot colors hundreds of miles across the sky. Pinks and oranges. J.R. was late getting to my house. "We've gotta go quick" were my first words to him. "I know," he answered. We sped to the top of Mount Helix, heedless of my low-gas light, just in time for the most brilliant sunset in recent memory.