I’ve always dreamt of experiencing the perfect sunset. I think all my life, I’ve never really met one, sad to say. Not really sure if one exists, but I’m still in the lookout for that perfect one.
I tried searching on google’s, yahoo’s, flickr’s, photobucket’s and whathaveyou’s to find someone else’s perfect one. I seem to have found a few that excited my emotions, some tingled my fancy of having a coconut with a straw and me sipping it oh so dramatically, some just awed me at how perfect it was that at that time, an old boat would pass by, a bird was flying by, a few clouds lazily sliding above, and that perfect red-orange glimmer of the sea.
I’m guessing it is Photoshop’s sunset!
All the textbook elements were there… so I was a bit skeptical.
I found a co-searcher on flickr that tried to catch his perfect sun portrait… take a looksie. Can you pick your very one?
His address -> http://www.flickr.com/photos/snappydessy/392574839/
I liked how William Allingham described his sunset, what a poet!
The vast and solemn company of clouds
Around the Sun’s death, lit, incarnadined,
Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds
The level pasture, creeping up behind
Through voiceless vales, o’er lawn and purpled hill
And haz’d mead, her mystery to fulfil.
Cows low from far-off farms; the loitering wind
Sighs in the hedge, you hear it if you will,–
Tho’ all the wood, alive atop with wings
Lifting and sinking through the leafy nooks,
Seethes with the clamour of a thousand rooks.
Now every sound at length is hush’d away.
These few are sacred moments. One more Day
Drops in the shadowy gulf of bygone things
I’d probably describe my perfect sunset this way…
When I’m holding my love’s hand while light still faints the day
When my love’s hair on my shoulder, massaging my back
When all is about their business and I’m about mine
Not everything else, but you my darling… my sunshine.