Tuesday morning, not a cloud in the sky,
and tiny Venus looked much larger to the naked eye.
Wednesday morning appeared more promising, cloud-wise,
although with the washed out grays and pinks of a winter morning
refusing to glow like those exhibitionist dawns that I am always on the hunt for.
But the view back west by the time we arrived at the dog park was queuing up some pretty distinct pink-purple in the formations.
And the panoramic attempt at about 260° turned out darker than it really was.
More true to the eye:
And, as always, we were lone witnesses in our walk, as it faded away, minutes later, to white.