The moisture in the air in the late afternoon promise an interesting sunset, so I drive up to Timberline. The shadows on Mt. Hood, long and complex, lengthen by the minute. Patches of glowing snow darken and turn to purple. Only one long slope and a few glints on the top shine brightly gold, then orange. A few dispersed contrail clouds pick up the last of the sunlight. I finish my painting, then turn around to find a stunning violet sky at my back. Ah, what we miss when we focus too narrowly on one thing!