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Here’s a better pic of the Palouse sunset snapped two nights after the pink one posted as “Petals.” I used a telephoto lens for this, capturing only the orange close to the horizon.

Imagine this scene two ways:

as the prodigal son looking out of his darkness at the far hills—and home—and

as the father (Father!) watching the distant country for his child, longing for his return.

“. . . while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.”