At the end of the day

At the end of the day, when I'm searching for beauty, there's a place I go not far from  home.
On this early summer's evening, the day trippers have gone, leaving  just  a handful  of dog walkers.

Alone with my camera, I drink in the beauty. I watch the sun sinking, the sky a kaleidoscope of changing hues, reflected in the still water of the in-coming tide.
 The waves lap gently on the rocky shoreline. I  inhale the salt infused air and breath deeply.

This is peace.
And there's more. Behind me the clouds are illuminated from the sun, even after it has slipped below the horizon.

Perfect End to the Day

Sometimes it's easy to forget the beauty which surrounds us, to be too busy to take time to stop and look.

It's been particularly difficult to savour it this summer when we will remember the monsoon like rain and days without sunshine.

Now, at summer's end, there are golden hours from which we will form our memories of this special season.

Gyles Quay is my 'go to' spot if I want to capture the tranquility of the sun reflected in the waves before it slips below the horizon.

This evening, however, crab fishing was on the menu.  Our ten year old niece from England's industrial and landlocked north west is obsessed with fishing. A homemade fishing line and a bucket provided the best fun of the holiday.

While her Dad kept a careful watch, I  drank in the peace and beauty of a perfect end to the day.