In  way, I have been chasing sunsets my whole life. When I was a kid, I hid from my troubles in a big Providence Cemetery, the safest place I knew,  and watched the sun set over the tombstones. I chased sunsets on beaches, parks, over city skyscrapers. Izzy and I chased sunsets when I became a photographer, and i have chased them nearly every day since. Sometimes I even catch one, as I did today in the deep woods near our farm, I saw the sun settle down through the trees, saw the last rays cut across the forest floor, the sun seemed to be speaking to me, sending it’s long and graceful fingers right to my feet.

There is no more beautiful way to end a day than to chase a sunset, be mindful of time and color and light and meaning and nature, all in one gesture and time. This is the boundary between day and night, a magical and spiritual time, I could have reached out and touched the last rays, instead I blew them a kiss, mad fool that I am.