What is it about sunsets that seems to compel us to look? To photograph? To say “oh honey, come look!”
It must be something primal, a connection to our reptilian brain, to our earliest species memory, to our souls.
Imagine early man, hunter/gatherers, watching the sun sink into the flaming western horizon – and who knew why, or if it would ever return?
And is that so different now? Yes, we know why the sun “sinks” in the evening and “rises” in the morning, but do we know we’ll get to see it again tomorrow, any more than our ancestors 10,000 years ago?
I don’t think so. We may, and we may not. That’s the nature of life.
So give in to that impulse, next time it strikes. Stop, really look, take a picture, call a lover to see.
You only have today, after all. Pay attention.