Sunday, December 17, 2017

Dusk

A cold winter walk at the beach, my wife and I, with Rusty, a week ago.

 The sun sets before six these days and by six it is dark.
 Rusty allowed me a quick picture while he waited for us to climb the hill.
 At these latitudes there is no prolonged dusk.
 Now it's light.
 Now it's night.