The most beautiful
sunset is the one that hangs
over us right now.
Typical evening . . . Husband and I went out for a walk with the dog. The night before, I’d grabbed my camera, but only nabbed a couple of shots that I’ll post here. We’d walked by the creek that is still running (strange for our hot summers, but we had a very wet winter) and by the beautiful, historic Baptist church. But overall, I was disappointed with my attention to the details . . . there were probably many more pictures hanging by the outer edge of my eyes. I didn’t get any of them.
Last night though, both my girls were out for the evening and there is nothing more compelling than “mother worry” so I grabbed my phone — but I wanted our walk to be unencumbered. No camera.
As we walked, the skies lit up . . . into a fiery brilliance. And like a moth drawn to a flame, I had to start capturing it, even if everyone takes pictures of gorgeous sunsets with their iPhones — even if these are piled on the millions of others that have been taken before . . . even if my iPhone, my sunset pictures, and I were a cliche.