By the time the first clouds from what remained of Hurricane Florence started passing over the part of upstate New York where I live, it was no longer a hurricane. But it was still a threat (although, of course, not anywhere near what the southeastern United States experienced).
As the sun started to set, I was more interested in the sky than the music, and my spouse and I left the concert to go home.
As my spouse drove west, I kept clicking.
This time, the red sky at night did not result in a sailor's delight.
My heart goes out to those affected by the full strength Florence.
This, and most every Friday, I join Yogi and other bloggers who watch the sky at #SkywatchFriday