“Now I’ve been out in the desert, just doin’ my time Searchin’ through the dust, lookin’ for a sign If there’s a light up ahead, well brother I don’t know But I got this fever burnin’ in my soul”
— from Further On (Up The Road) by Bruce Springteen
Driving a Desert Highway Into the Sunset — Image by kenne
John Steinbeck best describes the desert sunset,
especially when driving down a long stretch of highway.
I think of his words often when viewing sunsets — valued added.
— kenne
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.
“There are times in this world when things just line up when everything is just about perfect. A child’s laugh, a desert sunset and this morning. It just couldn’t have been better,”Â
said Cassini spacecraft program manager Earl Maize
as the spacecraft tumbled out of control while plummeting
more than 76,000 mph into Saturn.