Of watching, or taking pictures of the sunset, especially here in the west with our big sky.
Back in the day, and I’m guessing that means when I was in the 7th grade or so, I got my first camera. We used to live on five acres of land and a run into the house could be a significant thing, depending on where in the yard you were.
One of my first photographic memories is of a sunset run to find my camera so I could shoot a photo of the sunset from my back yard. I also remember being disappointed because the simple camera that I had could not come close to capturing the view at hand.
Several times over the past year I’ve tried to find the album that has that photo stashed away, but after our big move out west, it remains tucked away, someplace safe, until I finally dig it and its treasure of memories out of the box in which it hides.
Earlier this evening however, I was able to stitch together a series of images into a panorama that only covers about half of the western view from my balcony.
You can see the full sized image here.