Golden oldies

Another drab day, raining/sleeting instead of snowing (later), which is good I guess, but colorless as usual. So here are some golden sunsets from the past to perk up our spirits!

Starting with sunset in the backyard in December.

A summer sunset on White Bear Lake in the Twin Cites, MN

More spectacular color on a different lake in the Twin Cities, MN

Sonoran desert sunset in Tucson, AZ

Sunset color in Mobile Bay, AL in October

Sunset with swans on Cloud Lake in the Porcupine Mts. of Michigan

Sandhill cranes at Bosque del Apache near Socorro, NM

A glorious sunset in the Sierra Nevada Mountains of CA.

Grandkids enjoyed a sunset hike in Arches National Park, UT four years ago

magical sunset light

The changing light from yellow-orange to orangey-pink to pinkey-blue over just 15 minutes last evening after sunset at Lake Josephine in St. Paul, MN.

7:23 pm

7:32 pm

7:37 pm

Why do we enjoy sunsets so much?  Are we wired to appreciate that rosy glow?  Is it symbolic of something, like the comfort of a warm campfire, or the end of the day, or do we (as a species) just really like the color orange?  I’m curious what you think about this question. Thanks for commenting.