Blown Dandylion Clocks

The evening sky was doing some interesting things, so I hopped in the car and scooted up to the flyover above Sandyford, taking my tripod for a change. I got excited for about half an hour or more, till it got dark, aiming at the last light searing its lake of faded peach across the stalks of those motorway lights, the ones that require a lamplighter with very long legs.