You Can’t Paint a Sunset


I took a late evening walk down Old Plantersville Road tonight just as the sun was setting.  As you round the curve by the trailer park and walk past the wide open pastures on both sides of the road, the view of Texas sunsets is spectacular.  Tonight’s colors of pinks and blues and reds were particularly beautiful and I picked a good spot about halfway to the railroad track to behold the awesome sight.

As I watched the light colors quickly deepen into darker hues, I was reminded of my mom’ s favorite sunset saying: “Well, you can’t paint a sunset.  It changes too fast.”  I couldn’t possibly count the times I heard her say that – and this was before her memory care days.  I can only imagine that a teacher must have made that remark in the one art class my mother took in her entire life.  I wonder if that teacher would be stunned to know what an indelible impression she made on one of her students.  If Mom found a phrase she liked, she clung to it.

The next thought that came to me was we couldn’t walk off into them either.  They change too fast.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies and a passion for photojournalism. She has published four nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay collection and a collection of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. She has been blogging for seven years as her alter ego, The Red Man, her rescued Welsh terrier but now is reduced to writing as herself since the Red Man left Casa de Canterbury for good in February of 2016. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly.
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6 Responses to You Can’t Paint a Sunset

  1. I often find the best thing to do with sunsets is just let them be otherwise they overtake you, engulf you, and spit you out on the other side of dusk with visions of rainbows stuck in your brain. “Momma don’t let your babies grow up to be painters…” 😀

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  2. Bob says:

    I like this. (Hint: “on either side of the road” is not the same as “on both sides of the road.” I know. One see this construction everywhere. Still…

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  3. It’s so true, too. Saturday night we had a red sunset. I’ve never seen that before. It seemed to be made of pink and purple and maybe gold and that made it look red. By the time I got my camera out there my husband said kind of ruefully, “too bad I didn’t call you out right away as it already changed.” But it was still an amazing sight.

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