In Antonio’s country, where there were many natural beauties, the sunsets were ordinary and predictable. Here in Los Angeles, nightfall was often a sweeping and multihued event, with a majesty that suggested the coming of the millennium, the end of a planetary journey.
Someone once told Antonio it was the pollution in the air that made the evening sky this way. Like everything else in Los Angeles, even the beautiful sunsets were man-made.
From The Tattooed Soldier by Hector Tobar
(Same photo, different words.)
What a gorgeous photo! Living here, we can sometimes overlook the everyday beauty that surrounds us.
This book is awesome. I loved this book!!
I caught an image like this once from a break in my Sociology class @ CSULA. And so many people walked by the window and didn’t even notice it. Rats in a race they are!