for later
The best fireball I ever saw was 20 years ago while driving at night in the Middle Of Nowhere, Arizona...it was about as bright as a full moon, and green. Lasted about 10 seconds.
That’s a gorgeous painting. Works on a number of levels beyond pastoral landscape, into impressionism and even as an abstract. Very skilled use of color.
It is peculiar in hindsight, just how many noteworthy world events appear to have been heralded by spectacular sights in the sky. Selective memory, maybe? It’s an old notion. Not a good thing, war, pestilence, famine, death of kings.
*ping*