I began chasing sunsets with Izzy after I went to pieces five years ago. That seems like a long time. I put most of the pieces together, and Izzy is gone, but I kept the habit of chasing sunsets, usually with Maria. She is used to pulling over suddenly, pulling out her sketchpad while I run out with my camera and chase the rapidly falling sun. I caught this one last night on Bunker Hill Road. Sunset skies are a lot like life to me in that they sometimes can’t seem to make up their mind what they are – day or night, storm or clearing. This one was all four.