Sunday morning at around 7:00 I looked towards the living room and saw a bright orange light squeezing through the cracks in our blinds. It was such an unusual color; I went into the room and looked outside. The entire sky was bright orange. Knowing that I was experiencing something fleeting and extraordinary, I grabbed my camera and went outdoors. I was barefoot and only wearing a robe, so I was sort of trapped. Looking frantically for something to photograph, I turned my attention to the wreath hanging by our front door.
I guess it was one of those “you had to be there” kinds of occasions. This picture doesn’t do the lighting justice, but it certainly enhanced the color in these hearts.
