It still amazes me how many different looks the mountain has depending on the light. Two nights ago I looked out the dining room window and saw it had a golden hue. A few minutes later as the sun went down the rocks and cliffs turned to grays and browns.
Last night was a more typical color for the Superstition Mountains at sunset, a rosy pink.
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Who needs haystacks when you have a mountain.
Yeah...I was thinking of Monet when I wrote that post :)
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