The One I Didn't Expect

I have mixed feelings about the new part-time job I’ve taken.  I loved the quality product offered at the specialty food and cheese shop where I worked for the last fourteen months.  But an opportunity developed and for reasons with which I shan't bore you, I've moved on.   The upshot is that instead of working 2-3 full (and I do mean full) days per week, I’m working four short days and even though daylight savings deserted us on Sunday, I get home before dark.

Which means there was still plenty of light on Tuesday when I walked to the bedroom, sloughed off the professional clothes I haven’t worn in over two years, pulled on my blue jeans and sat down to finish a freelance-writing-related invoice.  Then, I looked out the window. 

 

The sun was burning through the trees behind our house, and on a hunch, I grabbed the camera, climbed into the car and drove to the pond, 300 yards down the street.  As I suspected, the sun mirrored itself on the motionless water. I forget you lose all subtlety when you take pictures directly into the sun though.  Standing on tiptoe to try to reach above the reeds cluttering my view, I clicked the shutter 16 times, hoping to capture the sunset sinking below the horizon, while it flamed into the pond below. 

   

I only turned away from the sunset once.  Gosh, I’m glad I did.