In the image, Fire Sky, it was a quiet evening. One where I wait for the perfect shot. The perfect moment of twilight that illuminates the horizon. First, the sunset, mingled with clouds, provided a dramatic backdrop for this photograph. Then, as the trailing edge of the sun started to drop behind the horizon, a panoramic view starts to unfold. Which stretches the parameters of the light spectrum of the sun’s afterglow. Because the low-level stratus clouds added a new dimension to the scope of what I was looking at. The clouds coerced the edges of the sunbeams and began to consume the colors. Causing them to ascend into the sky. The magnitude of what I was looking at was stunning, with moments to capture the disappearing scene.
The sky was layered like the earth’s crust. It has a molten center that appears to be a mountain range, with lava that oozes over the edges. The infrared energy at the center expanded and softened as it reached out. As the layers ascended the clouds filtered the intensity of the sun and gave the illusion of smoke rising and finally ash in the sky. It amazes me that the perfect layers of color are so specific. Because they correlate directly to the intensity of a fire. The oil rig was standing loftily in front, like a guard, waiting to watch over the next crew. It was as if the Rig was telling a story using the sky, as a provocative example of what was happening underground. I’m blessed to let nature tell its story and Fire Sky is a great example of when that happens.