Oh, I'm sorry, hahaha. Seriously, I tried everything in my power to upload this bree histora to other niches but I didn't know where... Thanks to life, and to the creators of this community, I have found an ideal place to share a hypnotic taste that I am pleased to extend to all of you. And you're probably wondering, ‘What's that girl talking about?’ Well, I'm talking about those colours that we can only witness at the end of each shift of the day: sunsets and early evenings.
For me, more than the typical fascination that most people experience about these events, they are an unforgettable point of inspiration that I have the luxury of being able to witness every day that they occur. I have in my archives a large number of these beautiful optical phenomena of nature? And you know what they say that no two sunsets or sunsets are identical? Well, I can tell you that it's absolutely true...
And more if to this quota of photographic records, we add the particularity that I live in a country close to the tropics, where the colours are even more marked and thanks to little incidence of the seasons, I also have the luck to have days and nights that are moderately similar in length; which means that at the moment of seeing the day-night transition, I am witness to an authentic marvel. Some call it God's treasure for mankind, others call it a reward for those who never lose hope for a better future.
Just imagine in ancient times when our ancestors and forefathers saw that palette of colours available in the firmament, and theorised about what they saw and its meaning. Moreover, let us not deceive ourselves, what we see and enjoy on the horizon is also part of that difficult-to-code language that we understand as literature and poetry. To put it more simply, nature itself acting as Muse to those who, like today, pick up the baton of the beautiful, of the immeasurable.
Personally, I declare myself to be a complete fan of this beauty... For those who write to you, to pursue utopia is also to pursue these wonders? Purple, intense oranges, shades of black with light layers of grey and that white canvas that is in every photograph and composition of the end of the afternoons and beginning of the nights... I must confess something, today it bothers me not to be able to add to the collection, the photo this day (07/24/09) but it's not because I don't want to, it's because paradoxically today is one of those days? You know, cloudy, grey, extremely rainy; that also have their fans and admirers.
As you can see, we are, as a species and as individuals, constant seekers of emotions and beauty. In contrast to the monochrome, repetitive and cyclical life that they try to sell us and indoctrinate us... No one escapes the obligations of growing up... Either you are a parent, or you acquire in one way or another a further responsibility; greater than yourself... But, please... Don't (ever) expect me to stop being fascinated by these precious gifts of nature... Remember, dear readers, and friends of this niche; we are the only Planet with an atmosphere fit to support these visual delights. Just like a good song, or a moving play; my favourite moments of the day start when each day is about to end and end when the night begins...