A river (Spokane or Little Spokane River, not sure which this part is) runs through the area where the fire took place. The fire actually jumped it. As the days went by I began to explore the riverbank. I began with the idea of capturing the brilliant sunsets reflected in the river as the fire must have been when it reached the river.

These shots I took completely on different days. I was trying to catch the many colors the sky was during the days I was there. The sunset each day on the hill which can be seen in the picture from yesterdays post.

The sky slowly visited each range of the spectrum before its color faded and it quietly exited to give the stars their time. It was silent and remarkable. I will always envy the colors of the skies here. I have never seen anything like it.