... From almost snow-white they have taken often in rapid turn, all of the hues of gray, of blue, of rose, of chrome, of brown, and purple, reaching even, under gloom of storm, an approach to absolute black...
But most they changed me at sunset - that hour when the soul itself is suffused with changing hues, and comes to it's best perceptions. Then none but warm gentle shades are seen and the mind, like a tranquil lake, receives them and renders them into something clearer and deeper than thought."
J. Smeaton Chase
California Desert Trails
1919