The sky over Asheville on the evening of March 4, 2008, was beautiful. It had just rained. It was the first deep drink the Western North Carolina Mountains have had since the start of the drought that's plagued the region for months. As I walked alone through the streets of downtown, I was amazed to see so many people looking skyward. The ephemeral sky was more beautiful than any painting I'd ever seen or would ever see. And it kept changing, never remaining constant, but always more beautiful than the moment before. I took this photograph just as the light was about to give out. And it struck me that there had never been a sky exactly like this one and there would never be one like it again.
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