This was taken at the airport more than a month ago. We were there to send Dagyab Rinpoche off as he flew back to Germany. It was evening and I took an accidental shot of the sun setting. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, trying its final attempts to shine through. I like the unusual dark green hues because in the next shot, it was back to the usual greyish blue tones.
Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation,
And go through a thousand miles of dead grass.
Mind like a floating white cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances,
Who bowed over their clasped hands at a distance,
Our horses neigh to each other,
as we are departing.