Last week, while I was camping next to a lake, I moved sites for the last two nights, something I wouldn’t normally do. In this case, though, it was well worth the effort. I had an unfettered view to the west so I could watch the sun slowly sinking down each evening. It was so beautiful both days that I gave up on making dinner and just sat outside till that big yellow ball of light had finished putting on the nightly sunset show.
Golden hour, that 60 minutes or so before the sun disappers, set the water on fire and silhouetted the trees on the island just to the west of me.
The second night, clouds from the incoming storm, created delicate sun rays down to the water. The light changed with the wind, and I just kept clicking the shutter because each image seemed even better than the previous one.
As the sun sank into the clouds that second night, the colors of the sky slid into pinks and purples reflecting on the water. There was absolutely silence except for the hooting of an owl somewhere to the left of me and the gentle lap of water meeting sand just below me. It’s times like these I realize how lucky I am to be out here, ready to meet the moment when it comes.
Some campsites are definitely better than others, especially when it comes to watching the sunset. I thought it would be fun to include a photo of my chair where I sat taking the photos so maybe you can imagine yourself right there, right now, wherever you are in real life.