I was at work today and saw a patient who commented on the awful smell of smoke outside. I hadn’t had a chance to step outside until after 5 and, when I did, I realized she was right – the smoke from fires 2,500 miles away on the west coast had reached us along with the acrid smell. I thought of that as I was walking the dog and then stopped to talk to a neighbor but kept glancing west at the setting sun which was a bright red ball in the sky.

As soon as I got home, I took off for Foster Street with this shot in mind. I set up and had only captured two frames before the sun started to lose its bright red color.