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. 

And skinnier. 

More true to the eye:

And, as always, we were lone witnesses in our walk, as it faded away, minutes later, to white.