Yet another spectacular sunset. I have photographed so many and yet every evening there is one more beautiful than the next. A light show unequaled, unrivalled unadulterated, a feast prepared in the Heavens for our soul, our eyes our hearts. Every evening I am amazed at the spectacle of spectacular spread out in front of me. Hues of oranges and yellows, and rays of pure light splashing through the sky. I thank The Lord above for this gift, every time, every day, every week and month. Yet my words are so feeble in front of this Majesty of Spectacular. With the sound of birds echoing goodbyes to the light of day, fishermen putt putting back home with their catch. At least they respect the spectacle. The fishermen in their boats, on the rocks, and those of us who have our breaths taken away by all that is wonderous, a secret so out in the open, that none but the few admire. I have stopped wondering why. I just admire and gaze and smile, at the Spectacle of sound and light enveloping the skies.