The broken cloud cover in the early evening looked promising for a decent sunset. It didn’t turn out that way.
When I reached Silver Lake in Dayton, Virginia, the puffy, cumulous clouds had dissipated, leaving only high, wispy cirrus clouds to reflect the sun’s rays. So, I looked east, north, and south instead of west.
The clouds in the southern sky particularly caught my attention. I hustled to the northern end of the popular fishing lake and was thrilled to find the evergreens reflected in the lea of the lake tinted by the mauve sky.
It wasn’t the photo I had expected, but I took what was given, which was all I could do.
© Bruce Stambaugh 2025
Roadkill Crossing 
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