A sunset snapped in panoramic (and power-line) glory from our balcony. I don't think I wax poetic often enough about sunsets, and given the spiritual uplifting I experience when witness to a particularly lovely one, that's rather surprising. I guess part of that is because it's been a while--years in fact--since I've seen a breathtaking one. No sun-bathed hues I've seen in France or even in tropical locations like the Maldives or Mayotte can compete with the magnificence of the sunsets I stopped work and play to enjoy in Texas and New Mexico. The paradisiac locales lack the necessary dirt in the air. *g* Sorry about the wideness of the photo, but I made it as small as I reasonably could. :P
Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned.... To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on. --Vivian, a personage created by Oscar Wilde*
*Vivian is a twit. I heart Wilde.