Tuesday, February 19, 2013

" What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."

Crowfoot Quote

Yesterday evening's sunset was magnificent as usual. Terlingua and the Big Bend area must be the land of the setting sun. This past weekend was such a busy one with alot of guest arriving to take advantage of the three day weekend that was President's Day. A friend that I met on Facebook through my longtime friend, James, arrived two days ago with a friend of his from San Antonio. Stu saw my numerous photographs of sunsets and was intrigued by the area. I gave him some information about the area and he decided to come down and explore the Big Bend National Park. Unfortunately though, I could not just take off from the front desk and go with so I had a few moments, as I do with  most of the guests that arrive, and relayed some interesting points of the National Park, restaurant in the area etc. It seems they did have a great time. They left this morning to return to San Antonio. Stu is from Panama and was visiting the U.S. It was a pleasure meeting them. I so enjoy sharing the Big Bend with friends. I just think it's one of the most beautiful places on earth. The desert has a special beauty all of it's own. Not to mention that the sunsets are simply amazing.

When I see such vivid colors emerge after the sun sets behind Sawmill Mountain, it leaves me speechless. I just want to reach up and touch the colors.

From behind the front desk I have the opportunity to see almost every sunset of every night. Below is the view from the front porch of the Big Bend Resort & Adventures lobby.

Have a great day.


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Cotton Candy Sunset

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” 
― Rabindranath TagoreStray Birds

January sunsets: 13
February sunsets: 7 as of today

Yes, it is 2:52am and yes, I am still up. As usual. The sunset this evening was unique. Just three puffy clouds, like cotton candy, floating in the sky above Sawmill Mtn. and the Ghostown.

Working where I do I get to see a wonderful sunset every evening. Clouds accessorize the sky with added color most of the time. The sun setting below the horizon is usually when the color and drama begin to take shape. Sometimes it is only five minutes after the sun dips below and other times it can even be 20 minutes after. Patience is your friend when viewing a sunset. When there are no clouds present, a glow develops on the horizon and remains until there is no more light.

Patience is also something I'm having to practice lately. My truck is in the shop awaiting an engine block transplant. Yes, a couple of months ago, that thing happened on the road that of all the vehicle repairs one dreads the most to hear took place. The Blow Head Gasket. Yep. So while I am waiting to save up the dough to purchase the block I am doing what I can locally within this small sphere where I reside, in regards to photos. Sunsets, Bluebonnets and Clouds.

Practicing the fiddle also keeps me occupied.

So, until next sunset, hasta luego.


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Sunrise, Sunset.

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.” 
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

I have seen some beautiful sunsets just in these few beginning days of February.

Sunset on 2nd Feb 2013

Sunrise on 3rd Feb 2013
Anyone who knows me will tell you that normally I am not a morning person. However, I got a phone call from Raoul on the morning of this photo to tell me to look out the window. When I did, I immediately jumped out of bed, throwing a cat and a chihuahua into chaos with the rest of the bed covers and flew to my camera bag. I stuck my head out of the side door and this was the photo. I love it. It appears as if the sky is a roiling mass of lit gasoline or propane.