In the Limelight.
For a brief moment, as the sun's daily journey drew to a close, the long shadows of sunset covered everything but the Painted Hills... Just like theater lights dimming, when the main act is about to begin.
I stood there in awe, taking it all in; this was to be a 'private show' but no less of a religious experience, or... perhaps even more so...
(Painted Hills unit of the John Day Fossil Bed National Monument in central Oregon)
