As the sun moves further towards the west the view from my house changes. Always the clouds catch my eye, now the tree on the hill takes the place of Roger’s folly which dominated my winter sunsets. Soon, even the tree will no longer be in sight. And on this March evening, a jet plane enters the frame, leaving its white trails behind as it heads off to an unknown destination. How marvellous to be flying towards this sunset.
Daily Post Photo Challenge | Rise/Set