Driving to ballet at 3pm, the sun was gloriously low and golden. Mt. Hood was covered in a cloud blanket, the light was reflecting off the Hood River bridge in the best way possible, and the sky was turning all sorts of colors. I counted four separate times when I wanted to stop in the middle of the road and take a picture. I would have pulled over if we had time, but that's never when these opportunities present themselves, is it?
I took this from a parking lot. I was planning to edit the lamp post out, but tonight I decided to keep it. I'm still not sure why exactly, but I like it.