Just the other evening I was in the kitchen getting ready to make something to eat. The late afternoon had turned very dark and I had flipped on the light over the stove. Suddenly the room was filled with an intense warm glow. I went to the front door and saw that the sun, just about to go down behind the mountain to the west had broken through the gloom and flooded the prairie with a molten gold light that burnished everything with a Midas glow. It lasted only a few seconds, but I managed to bang off a couple of frames.
(I suspect that wind-pump may be the most photographed Aermotor in twelve counties! Can't help that: it's my lawn ornament and keeps getting in the way.)