“We never tire of the drama of sunset. I go forth each afternoon and look into the west a quarter of an hour before sunset, with fresh curiosity, to see what new picture will be painted there, what new panorama exhibited, what new dissolving views. Can Washington Street or Broadway show anything as good? Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half an hour, in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn, and the curtain falls.”
Henry David Thoreau wrote this journal entry on January 7, 1852. It certainly still rings true for this sunset I managed to snap a picture of yesterday evening.
Rachel F. Jean 
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