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Music by Jon Bryant - Evening Sun
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1EiV8qAxsA
Lyrics:
All the colors of the evening sun
On your sweet face
Take me home
Like the fullness of the midnight moon
Pure and simple
I love you
So few hold the hand of faithfulness
I can't let up
Mad for you
It is good to find a lover in this life
Take her to the waters and never ever leave her out to dry
But my father always sang this chord:
Set your eyes upon the Lord
Set your eyes upon the Lord
Oh the feeling when I kissed your mouth
Middle of night
Such relief
Ain't no currency to buy your heart
Pure as gold is
What reward
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The pink and blue sky descends softly into the water while the man and his god (whoops, I mean dog!) are lost in their thoughts and their affection for each other.
Image dedicated to the young lady riding her fabulous horse gracefully towards Penzance. The evening light was just magical in this great moment. Image taken on Long Rock Beach. Cornwall 2017.
One good thing about the desert, it does have some amazing sunsets!!
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Christine Achico, visiting from LA, gives an impromptu evening ukulele performance on the beachfront in Wailea, Maui.
The last time I saw one of these beautiful birds was in the 1970s!
New Jersey. This photo was taken through a window so the image quality is lacking.
More from the evening shoot. We never did see George, a local man saw a large male further upriver...we are hopeful it was him.
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Last evening's view of another fantastic show that lasted for hours. Quick shot from the yard. Thanks for looking!
"Yes, that looks like an engine," Dave was looking satisfied as he peered under the bonnet of the car he was thinking about buying - my car in fact. I nodded sagely in agreement. "It does indeed appear to be an engine." I sometimes wonder why we need mechanics when two bumbling amateurs can race so quickly to such conclusive positions as this. I was just pleased to discover that my little Fiat hadn't spent the last ten years being propelled by an enormous rubber band that I might one day have to rewind with an industrial winch and the aid of a championship winning tug of war team. I think that in those ten years I looked underneath the bonnet no more than half a dozen times. Of course nowadays car engines are just boxes under the bonnet that you plug a computer into if you want to make sure everything is OK. Nobody like us can actually work on them anymore. The fact that everyone teases me and calls me "Captain Slow" because I don't drive everywhere at 150 miles per hour has probably helped to keep the last decade of driving completely trouble free.
All of this irrelevance had found me rethinking my weekend plans. I'd promised myself a Saturday evening alone at Godrevy after a long week at work, and I'd promised Ali that once I'd advanced beyond the need to stand on a clifftop pointing a camera at a lighthouse, I'd reserve the rest of the weekend for spending time with her. Now Sunday would be spent finding temporary insurance for a car I'd not driven in five months, a morning valet service and an afternoon trip to the mechanic for the MOT. Knowing I'd need Ali's help for that I suggested we spend Saturday evening together - although in practice that meant me heading off in one direction with the camera and her in the other with the dog. There would be a rendezvous at the car at dusk, and it was accepted that I would be later than I'd said I would be. I'm afraid that usually happens because once I've arrived here; even the fact that night is drawing in doesn't generally deter me from taking one last image - and then another.
I arrived in this spot at high tide, the advancing waves scattering a group of startled oystercatchers from the rocks in front of me. The sea was doing beautiful things in powder blue tones and I took lots of exposures, trying to catch the water pouring of the rocks in the centre ground. It was my first time back here since lockdown and it felt great to be back on my favourite stomping ground.
I have a week off work to look forward to now, so it's inevitable that I'll be here again very soon. It's really not an easy place to tear yourself away from.
Evening Grosbeak has a Conservation Status under the IUCN of Vulnerable www.iucnredlist.org/species/22720702/131500502
Evening Grosbeak is a member of the Finches family (Fringillidae), and not as one might expect the Cardinals, Grosbeaks, and relatives (Cardinalidae). Such are the vagaries of common names. This species certainly has a heavy bill, typical of a seedeater. Males, as in this image, have a bright yellow superciliary (‘eyebrow’) and other yellowish highlights; females and juveniles are greyish. Some authorities now place this species in the genus Hesperiphona. This individual was seen in the Weaselhead Natural Area in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, in wintertime — Evening Grosbeak is a year-round resident of southern Canada and the western USA, with some birds spending the colder months in central and eastern USA.
Gray evening, Finland.
The day was gray and it was already getting dark. I was just testing some filters and stuff and not expecting anything special.
Then suddenly there was a small opening between the clouds. Quickly I searched for a spot where I could include some rocks in the composition. Soon the Sun set and colors were gone completely.
I was happy to capture something different instead of the usual colorful sunsets. Sometimes less is more, right?