I’m a sucker for sunsets, especially when a body of water is involved.
There’s something about watching the sun fade down below the horizon line, how the light dances on the surface of the water, that pulls me in every time.
It never gets old. It’s always different.
At this time of year, whenever possible, I like to take advantage of the warm evenings to watch the sunset.
Each time I go to watch the sunset I tell myself that I will only watch. No pictures. And each time, I find myself reneging on my self-promise, trying to capture the beauty of the light and colors in as many photographs as possible.
I do this even though I know that by taking pictures I am depriving myself of the opportunity to see the real magic of the sunset.
It’s almost as if I want to capture it forever. But the moment can’t be captured because it is always changing.
No matter how many pictures I take, I can’t take the moment with me.
And by trying to capture the moment I end up missing the moment.
We can only be present to the moment when we put down the camera or any other device and engage with life in the flesh, in the here and now.