In Silver Lake, when looking west, the sun often sets the sky on fire, the horizon set ablaze under an ocean of warm blue.

Tonight, looking east, I was struck dumb by the cold beauty of the evening’s colors: Eucalyptus trees with warm, smoldering bark, become watchful and patient at sunset, gently moving, eyeing dusty indigo mountains under a cool, expanding autumn sky.

My iPhone camera could never do them justice.  Such beauty.