sunsets frustrate me. they are, each one of them, an unique arrangement of molecules and photons that will never be repeated. and i want to capture them all, except… well, it’s not practical, and it would get old, i’m sure. doesn’t stop the wanting.
and because of this wanting, sunsets tend to interrupt me. i’ll be driving along and think, look! i must get closer to the sky! but the time it would take to get to the beach (which is not really closer, but is at least free of obstructions), the sunset would change or just vanish.
heh — makes those folks that drive along talking on their cell phones look like pikers, doesn’t it? incidentally, that sunset was way more awesome than you can really discern through the dirty windshield of a buick doing 65 in traffic.
and i liked the view through my back side window, which was covered in happyface stickers, which seemed somehow fitting. (and no, the car was not moving when i took that picture, i am not completely insane)
i also wanted to share my favourite breakfast with you. it’s utterly simple and perfect: two eggs, over easy, yellow still runny, with a little melty cheese on top, over a piece of toast. salt, pepper, done. perfect.