The rocks at Dog Beach in San Diego at sunset.
Is he waiting for a buddy or contemplating his day? I guess I’ll never know – I didn’t stop to ask him.
Wave upon wave the ocean rolls in upon itself and retreats again from the sand covered shore. The sun rises and sets as the earth revolves once more. And each of our days move forward into eternity as surely as the tides of the sea. But oh, to stop and capture a moment, a memory, before it slips away and time is lost.
A paraglider silhouetted against a sunset sky at Pacific Beach.
While many of the hip roofed barns of this vintage have their backs broken and sagging, this barn still stands relatively strong.
Surfers reveling in their shared experiences at the end of the day.
As the water receeded, the reflections in the wet sand became more pronounced.
Watching the sun go down over Astotin Lake – what a wonderful way to spend a cool evening in fall.
Canoers enjoying the last light of the day and the peaceful waters of Astotin Lake in Elk Island National Park.
Water like glass reflecting the setting sun and silhouetted trees on Astotin Lake.
Pretty nice evening for November in Alberta.
Memories of the sun and the sand and the surf.
Lingering after the sun goes down.
The Coaster along the water’s edge at sunset.