“Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time.”
― The Notebook
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Dusk may be an illusion, but transitions between different stages often feel real. I’m not a celebrator of my birthday (no, it’s not my birthday now.) It seems like just one more day, and I like to keep it on the ‘down low.’ However, this year, I will be 70, which is when I begin counting down instead of up in my head. The occasion differs somewhat because my father passed away at 69, so there is some slight mental/emotional baggage with having outlived him. Maybe I see this as being my ‘dusk’ year. But hey, I’m pleased to be still counting!
In January and February of 2016, we spent 30 days at Lake Falling Star RV Resort, riding out part of the winter. ‘Tinney Lake,’ as the owners call it, is Soil Conservation Site 28 Reservoir on Google Maps. Each evening, weather permitting, I would walk down to the lake with our dog, Maggie, and enjoy the beautiful sunsets. We often had the place to ourselves, which made it even more special.
That is one very beautiful image, my friend! Those solitary places are what I enjoy. Turning 70 is a milestone. Hoping you enjoy this coming year!
Thanks, Monte! A milestone is better than a millstone, as in around the neck. ~grin~
Beautiful photo – the epitome of peaceful. I have a similar situation with my father. He died at 62 from a disease I have the early indications of. While I know the medical data says the risk is still low, and treatments are better now, it weighs on you now and then wondering how much those genes play a role.
Congrats on the milestone, whenever it may be.
Thanks, Mark; it was just as peaceful in person as it looked. My father had Leukemia, but we believe it was environmentally caused. He worked for thirty years delivering gas and fuel oil, and that was back when they’d wash the grease off hands with gasoline, not giving it a second thought. Still, it makes you think.
Beautiful image and quotation.
Thank you, Alessandra.