I get it. I was not the first person to discover sunsets. And I know I've already expressed my undying love for them. But, can you blame me? The summer sunsets here in Brooklyn have really been putting on a show this week, and it somehow never ceases to amaze me: each new color scheme, each new pattern in the clouds, each sunset has something that no one's ever seen before. Something about it is so tragically romantic to me, and that's why each day at dusk my heart starts thumping just a little bit faster, and my thoughts immediately beg for me to head to the nearest peak, coastline, or river bank so I can see that little ball of orange sinking slowly down over the horizon.
So, here's another week in sunsets. First of all, because I can't get enough of them, and secondly, because we all need to take just a little bit of time to be more present at the close of the day. There's magic in the sky as the sun goes down! Someone needs to document these kinds of things, and iPhone photos and Instagram filters will only go so far. So, I started taking it upon myself with my little Canon camera, and clearly I take the responsibility very seriously. This week featured unique cloud cover outlined in pure gold with deep purple underbellies, cotton candy pink backdrops, and shades of yellow streaks that I swear I've never seen before.
“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
-- Jack Kerouac, On the Road