I took so many photos of this view, it was ever-changing, always captivating.   I watched many suns set behind the mountain, none more strange and beautiful than this.  I even late one night with friends watched the moon slowly set behind it as well.

This must have either been a sky from a bush fire, or a dust storm from drought.  Either way, it is the perils of this great sunburnt, dry land writ wide across the sky.