the sun knoweth his going down

Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great;
thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment:
who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain:

Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters:
who maketh the clouds his chariot:
who walketh upon the wings of the wind:


He appointed the moon for seasons:
the sun knoweth his going down.

Thou makest darkness, and it is night:
wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth.

(Psalms 104:1-3,19-20)

Sometimes waiting in the car at the grocery store can be just plain boring! (Sunset over the George Sellar bridge in Wenatchee from the Fred Meyer parking lot)

Following photo is a photoshopped (highly saturated) shot taken earlier in the day.