As I'm typing this, I'm squinting as a ray of pure gold is bouncing off the building across from me and leaping through my window to blind me. This is a routine, during the last half hour of every day the sunset roars into my apartment in a flourish of yellow and red. It transforms everything it touches, remember these candlesticks (they're all the same color):
When I showed this picture in my Color & Materials class everyone wanted to know where I live that I get such great sunsets. But when I told them Midtown they scoffed at the idea of marvelous midtown sunsets. So, for the record:
This is a Midtown Sunset.
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