Due to all the fires out West, Bozeman was pretty hazy with smoke, muddying the sunrises and sunsets and hiding the mountains. But the last evening we were in Bozeman, the sunset cleared and the glories scattered up from the setting sun.
It was the kind of sunset that overwhelms me, because I don’t know what to take a picture of, or if it is worth risking missing the light to drive a little further for a different foreground. A good kind of overwhelm.
How beautiful.
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