Last night, and the night before, Mary and I set up on the beach about an hour before sunset. I noticed a lot of people had gathered far off at the shore’s edge, just black spots against the horizon. Sunset watchers. One of the advantages of possessing a west coast is the ability to observe a sun setting into a vast expanse of water, in this case, the Gulf of Mexico (for those of my readers who don’t know where Marco Island). The phenomenon of sunset watching is analogous to the New England practice of leaf peeping, but I must say, leaf peeping is a lot more dependable! You’ll see.
Mary and I are now hooked, and plan to go out every available night to record the sunset and its watchers. So below are numbers 1 and 2 of the series.
A sunless sunset. The sun was somewhere behind the clouds, and it was surely setting. Very few watchers turned up, having been forewarned no doubt. And everyone left 20 minutes before the scheduled disappearance over the horizon. Not us though. It is what it is. I hope tonight is better!
Below is a third painting, one of the house across the street from Mary.