It's great when something catches your eye enough that you whip your head around nearly sufficient to give you whiplash. Last night on my way home from Trader Joe's I did just that. Cruising down Bridgeport past the 6th Ave. hill leading down to Titlow I saw an amazing, red light projected onto some thin clouds behind the distant profile of the Olympic Mountains. I hurredly found a place to stop and snapped follow pics I wanted to share. Not a bad way to welcome in the month of June, imho.