July 07, 2008
Sailors delight
My parents' camp faces west, across River Named After a Dead Saint. Usually, just before the sunset begins, family members are scurrying about to do stuff they need to do before it gets dark: brushing teeth, perhaps, or finding a sweatshirt, or getting some kindling for the fire, or putting away the bocce balls, or rooting through a tent in hopes of finding that elusive flashlight. But then someone will yell, "Hey, look at the sunset," and anyone within hearing distance will take a few minutes to stop and stare. The sunsets don't last long, just a few minutes really, but for those few minutes, the calm water in our bay glows red. I've watched these sunsets all my life, and I still don't get tired of them.
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I don't imagine you would, with views like these...
Thanks for sharing. :)
That is beyond beautiful; it looks like a painting.
I'm speechless.
oh my good lord, jo(e)! speechless, breathless.... this will get some lengthy stares from me.
Jo(e), you've done it again. This MAY be THE most beautiful picture that you've posted yet. WOW!!!!
It looks so serene.
How can one tire of the never changing?
Oh, and saints have to be dead, btw.
Ever, ever changing.
(Oops. )
This is just exquisitely beautiful.
Jo(e), I think you've outdone yourself.
Yep, wow! I could look at that forever. It is so peaceful, but active and vibrant at the same time.
That is unbelivable. You need to print that and frame it.
I tagged you with a meme.
This is just so gorgous . . . Cloudscome is right: print and fame this one. Beautiful!
you paint pictures with words and tell stories with your photos.
who could get tired of this?!?!
so wonderful.
that is the best picture you have posted.
That photo does not even look REAL. Wow.
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