I have to admit, every time I’m blessed to see a dramatic sunset in Muscatine, I’m reminded of Mark Twain and his commentary, that after working here, early on in his journalistic career, he always remembered Muscatine for it’s sunsets. If you have to be remembered for something, beautiful sunsets are not a bad way to go.
If I were to get more specific, for me, fall and some early winter sunsets seem to be more vibrant and captivating. They are a final goodbye to fall and a last, color bursting tribute, before the dull gray days of winter set in for awhile.
Prairie Fire captured one of those lingering, magical sunsets, with some natural grasses providing an interesting foreground. It makes me think at times of the westward seekers, the pioneers and settlers, looking for faith or fortune in the great plains and beyond. I suspect they were captivated by the sunsets at times too.