For sheer exuberant beauty there is nothing to beat an African sunset. It isn't just the colours in the sky, it's the sudden silence, as if the inhabitants of the daytime are standing down while the denizens of the night aren't yet fully active. It's also the most dangerous time, when the predators exploit the failing light. It's a breathless time, a time of anticipation of a long and watchful night.
Along the African east coast it's a time when the sun silhouettes the palms, a time to relax, to wander the beach as silence descends, silence broken only by the gentle wash of the waves.
There's nothing to beat an African sunset but, over the past few days, Golspie's sunrises have been providing some strong competition. This was sunrise this morning, looking out across the Dornoch and Moray Firths to the lighthouse at Tarbet Ness.
For sheer exuberant beauty there is nothing to beat an African sunset. It isn't just the colours in the sky, it's the sudden silence, as if the inhabitants of the daytime are standing down while the denizens of the night aren't yet fully active. It's also the most dangerous time, when the predators exploit the failing light. It's a breathless time, a time of anticipation of a long and watchful night.
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