Right Place, Right Time

 

I showed up on the docks this evening to get some work done,

figuring I'd say hello to my gondoliers as they came and went. 

As I arrived, I realized I was in the right place at the right time.

The sky was glowing with brilliant colors that blew my mind.

Here are a few snaps.

 

Steel blade and sunset-touched waters.

 

Mike B. heads out with a very happy couple on board.

 

Steve arrives - reluctantly, and late; he told me:

"sorry I was late coming in, but I just kept having to turn around

to show the sky to my passengers".

 

I told him that I knew just what he meant,

because I'd done the same thing two days earlier.