Or sunrises with bizarre colors and cool clouds:
After a snowstorm passes through, it is usually followed by cold, clear skies--blue so bright it brings tears:
Sometimes, at sunset, the Butte valley is filled with a rosy light and super sharp views in the crisp air:
Like the light, our local ravens also take on a new nature for the season. A local mated pair commonly croaks outside my office window (and I croak back--they seem to like that), but on this day as I walked outside for a break one of them came down for a personal "Howdy":
Maybe it was the raven's way of thanking me for the pile of bones and other butchering "recycle material" in the back of my pickup?