We arrived back in Astoria from Bend last night just as the sun was casting its glorious glow over land, water, trees, and all that exists here at "the end of the world," as it sometimes seems. We drove west on Highway 30 from I-5 at Longview, and as we neared the end of the road, the clouds crimsoned between the pines and firs. Not only crimson, but yellow, pink gray. . . . As Lee remarked, "This is the reason they call it 'The Sunset Empire.'" There were tantalizing glimpses of the sky as we travelled ever further west, hoping the color wouldn't fade by the time we reached Astoria. We finally gained the open and brilliant sky as the road broke free of the trees where Astoria ebmbraces the river's bank. Perfectly enough, there was a ship in view with its lights blazing in the twilight. Astoria is on the left, Washington on the right, and the heavy dark shapes on the horizon are two jetties, seen here because our view is from inside the East Mooring Basin. You may need to click the image to see/feel the details.
This sunset photo is especially for Vogon Poet and my personally-chosen sister city of Livorno, an Italian port on the Ligurian Sea.