Wistful Wind

Tag: sunset

  • Pent up Explosion Sunset

    It’s cloudy dreary all day, I thought we wouldn’t have sunset, then this happened, a pent up explosion of passion in colors.

  • Chushu at Grinding Rock

    It is End of Heat (Chushu), the 14th traditional Chinese solar term, when the heat starts to retreat. It’s a day to worship ancestors and welcome Autumn. We decided to go for a drive to Indian Grinding Rock SHP, where we can slow down in the mountains. When we arrived, it’s already late, so quiet…

  • Eagle Mountain

    Friday night, we took a spontaneous drive to one of our favorite roads: Eagle Mountain. We named it many years ago because there were so many eagles soaring over the mountain. It’s a drive on the mountain where you can have a bird’s eye view of the city and the best spot to see the…

  • Show Goes On

    It’s been cloudy all day, until dusk, the sun finally break through, the dark band of clouds became curtain to reflect the dramatic colors of after glow. So dramatic, like something big is about to happen at the end of sky. I feel ecstatic for no reason, or maybe  because the things I love doing…

  • There’s Time for It All

    “There’s time for it all. There’s time for being exhausted, and there’s time for being vigorous.”- Lao Zi There’s time for longing for the sunset, there’s time for being enchanted by the afterglow. Beauty in life lies in every bit of it.

  • Dusk is a Poem

    If dawn has secrets to tell, dusk has a poem to share. Listen! There’s a voice without words, listen… Trees rhyme with the light pole, clouds humming by the side.

  • Tropical Sunset

    The weatherman said, it’s a remnant of a tropical storm broken up far out in the Pacific. Indeed, we got an unusual stormy cloudy sky, feel the humidity almost like in the South. Last night towards midnight, sudden rustling sound in the bushes, I thought the raccoon is back, turned out it’s raining, big spotty…

  • Monsoon Season

    Monsoon season is here, bringing the gorgeous sunsets. See how mother nature writes her poem. I’m trying to copy, all I got is a blur…

  • Musiclike

    Before the setting sun touches the earth, it’s the golden hour, the soft light melting into a musiclike liquid, smooth like old wine. If you follow the sun going down, you can hear it.

  • Back to Columbia

    Back to Columbia SHP, nested deep inside the Sierra foothills. On the way out, the wild flowers are already half through blooming, I realized we missed a season. It’s funny how you remember a road in a season, that scenery becomes part of the road memory. When we arrived Columbia, it’s almost 6 o’clock, the…