During the solstice sunset, I was in the car driving with my daughter on the way home from college for winter break. I’d planned to pull over at one of the highway lookout points that provides views of the rural landscape to catch the day’s shift to night. I warned my family the night before: we were getting on the road before 11AM, returning books to the campus bookstore first thing, grabbing breakfast to go, spending no more than 20 minutes at the cooperative market to get cider and mulling spices, and getting on the road before noon to ensure I would catch sunset. None of that happened. Everything took twice as long and when the three of us got to the market, we spent an hour walking around, laughing, eating samples, and shopping for all sorts of unnecessary items. By the time we got on the road, it was sunset. Though I didn’t get a photograph of winter solstice sunset this year, any day I’m too busy having a great day to work on my art is a perfect kind of day. This is a photo of the sun setting over Scituate Harbor, the first Sunday in December.
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