“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.” ― The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck
I love summertime. I love the warmth, the flowers, the smell of the sea, kids running everywhere. I love being able to wear flip-flops; I love the long evenings, and the walks with family. I love summertime.
Summertime makes me happy; summertime reminds me of home, the tropics, the beach.
But the thing I love most of all are the sunsets. I love watching the sun hide behind the clouds as it bids us goodbye, and in its own way promise us the same beauty tomorrow. I love the kaleidoscope of colors, and the brilliance of the parting. I love the way it makes me feel – in love, alive, breathless, reflective, in awe of its grandeur.
At that moment right before its final goodbye, I grab my camera, and I capture these – for posterity, for keepsake, for enjoyment. Forever!