I love the word moment. I love every part of it—the way it looks and the way it sounds, how its meaning is crystal clear.
It’s now. It’s a flash of beauty that sears your mind forever, because it’s so damn special you can’t help but notice it.
Nothing else can compete with a moment.
This was a moment Mr. H and I shared together last week when we stayed at the Oregon Coast. We were spoiled, with the ocean in our front yard and 60 degree, sunny October days.
I brought my laptop with me, but I never opened it. I read, but not as much as I thought, as I was distracted by the view.
Every evening started the same way, sitting on driftwood in the sand, a front row seat at the Pacific Ocean theater.
There was nobody around. We had beer and a sunset.
And, we had a moment of…
Huge thanks to Mr. H for manning the cam with his usual brilliance.
And believe it or not, we didn’t touch these photos. There are no effects, just moments.
Do you guys have a sunset moment fave?