The pink hour

We celebrated Joe’s birthday this evening with a dinner party at the guesthouse to watch the sunset reflected on the ridge just beyond the trees. They call it the pink hour up here. It’s fascinating to watch the colors cycle from golden to pink and then to a cool warm gray that feels like it’d be tough to match in a Pantone book.

refracted light creates a sunburst of rainbows on a laptop screen
Earlier capture of sunlight reflecting through trees on my laptop screen