Not Waiting For Sunset

This time of year sunset happens later and later, getting to the point where I’d have to “stay up late” to see it. What happens before is as beautiful, when the sun reflects on the Minch (sea) in varying patterns of silvers, greys and blues. On a clear day, it’s so bright you can barely look at it; on cloudier days it’s a moody dance of shifting light and darks. This photo was taken earlier this week at around seven in the evening. As you can see the sun is still quite a few fingers above the horizon (each finger width being 15 minutes or so until sunset).

Now where did I put that tube of iridescent white again…?

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