The big, fat, wet, plopping snowflakes that had fallen at dawn were replaced by off-and-on downpours of rain all day. "Sunny California" is going to lose its reputation with easterners. The NASCAR race was held down in SoCal at Fontana, and Clay was there (without his jacket). Enough laps had been run so that when it started raining down in buckets a winner could be declared, but it couldn't have been pleasant for those stuck in the stands, far from the parking lots, when the race was called.
I'm old enough to remember when crooners, not rappers, were in vogue. Bing Crosby, The crooner of all time, warbled, "Where the blue of the night meets the gold of the day...," and that fits these photos perfectly. Stepping out the door to tend to nighttime chores, the blushing pink sky nearly stopped me in my tracks. It did, in fact, and I went back in for the camera. After tucking the chickens in their coops, the sun had dropped below the horizon, but left the night light on.