The sun has taken on a strange appearance each of the last few evenings. The smoke from the wildfires to the west was thick in the foothills west of Calgary last Thursday when I stopped along Highway 8. The pink globe in the sky drew my attention and, once stopped, I enjoyed watching the small clouds drifting past. This one looked like a dancing bull, or maybe a bison in full stride, as it charged across the sun.
The forest fires in Washington are terribly frightening and I hope for rain and favourable winds to help the people down there. Here in the Calgary area, the smoke has carried north which has left the skies hazy for the past week.
In the morning, the sun glows red as it rises out of thickest part of the smoke just above the horizon.
At night, the moon’s color changes, seemingly with her mood, between gold, orange and red.
The light this evening was lovely and the lines of the hillsides of the Foothills towards Kananaskis Country looked like a water-colour painting.