I promised you the spectacular sight that met my eyes when I turned around, on my walk through the marsh Sunday night. As I faced east to the bluffs, there were just pink clouds floating. But when I looked back over my left shoulder to the west, where the sun was already down (and I had already seen and photographed this sky,
and thought the sunset show was about over):
The sky suddenly lit up.
And by the moment, started to blaze with more and more intensity.
About a quarter mile north of this spot is the La Crosse River. (In between are some singularly unphotogenic power lines and poles.) I ran.
And was rewarded.
(Click to embiggen if you wish.)
My fingers were going numb from the icy wind (and no gloves), but I felt as though I were in the heart of a fire.
and then it was gone.