Why don’t we just freeze this moment – leave the waves’ foam suspended in white flowers, the rocks stolidly proud-browed. Now the sea holds unknown depths of green and the sky pastel gradations. The wind wipes the salt from our faces; the twilight descending promises a blank slate of night.
somewhere up a tree 
The most beautiful time of the evening just before the last light
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Indeed – it was really stunning.
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Very nice! I like your composition and appreciate the low horizon and negative space.
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Thank you!
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