When the sun is in a perfect place

Sometimes when I haven’t done anything worth blahgging about (or blahggable) and haven’t taken any photos for a few days, I wonder why the heck I bother to blahg. I don’t necessarily have a whole heckuva lot to blahg about tonight but, when I took a Winter Sunset Walk today, I was greeted by this schoolyard view of the setting sun.


It reminded me of a photo that I took more years ago than I care to count. My dad was still alive and so was The Commander. We were visiting them in Sault Ste. Siberia and I got up early to take my morning walk down through the LSSU campus and along Portage and back up the hill. By the time I got back up to the Dillon house, The Commander would have breakfast pretty much ready.

But here I was, walking up Sheridan or whatever it is. I turned around and the rising sun was framed by the Ashmun Street bridge. Man oh man.


I doubt that I will ever a get a picture of that again.

One Response to “When the sun is in a perfect place”

  1. Margaret Says:

    These are perfectly timed shots; I love accidental beauty. It reminds me that we never know what wonderful sights we’ll see when we least expect them.