Sunset SeriesThursday, June 21, 2012Ryan Mach
There's something about sunsets that makes me lonely, sad, inebriated, mystified - depending on my mood and the current state I'm in. Sunsets are my kryptonite, my Waterloo, my Achilles' heel. If I'd be lured into trickery, a breathtaking sunset would be an easy bait.
Pardon my sentimentality. I'm just wired this way.
Remember the Little Prince from Antoine de saint-Exupery's well-loved novel? He moves his chair to the end of his planet as many time as he likes just to watch the sunset. That's what always comes to mind whenever I watch the sky turn into a lonely palette of orange, red and yellow.
Sometimes, I'd imagine myself talking to the Little Prince. He'd tell me, ”One day, I saw the sunset forty-four times! You know–one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." I would then ask him, "Were you so sad, then, on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince, as always, would make no reply.
That's how sunset affects my emotion. I've witnessed a thousand sunsets but the fascination never wears off. I can watch a million more and would never grow tired doing so. I'll sure catch as many sunsets as I can from now on.
Through this series, I'm sharing photos of sunsets which I took from my travels.