All day I was planning got go out around 7:30, find a place on the edge of town with a clear west view, and shoot the sunset. I knew it was going to be spectacular because we had heavy wet clouds all day. Then, 5 PM rolled around. The skies cleared. The sunset lost its appeal. And what replaced the sunset? The milk jugs have been sitting on the entry table with wilted roses for a week or more now. Here’s homage to their tenacity.