nature at its ephemeral best

While reading about Anya Gallaccio's work, the sky was having it's own conversation. Telling us another great day should be ahead:   Sunset as seen from my studio It was an interesting combination to read about temporary, decaying, not permanent, work that often results in a putrid smelly end, while having the sky become this vivd orange. Almost like having a 'sky fire' to decompose what was another day.