Company for Sunset

The grand opening of holidays is now over and people are getting ready for the next event as they loosen their belts and pants.

Our dinner was followed by the sunset.  When you live on the water a setting sun can kiss the surface of the water and then send the red blush into the few remaining trees that stand along the shoreline. (If you click on the photos you get a closer look.)

It is as if the woods are on fire.

Those leaves that are coppery brown in the light of mid-day glow into firey peaches and burning reds.

I was skipping to the dock to catch the best of the sunset on this very cold Thanksgiving evening.

As I walked toward the end of the dock I heard the confusion of bufflehead ducks that had been taking shelter underneath.  My appearance frightened them and I was unprepared for what could have been good photos and ended in hurried blurs.

There is no whoosh or whistle as they fly, but a sort of stuttering chuckle as they fleed away.  They stay close to the water.

They landed a safe distance away, two small groups of dark dots, and we watched the last of the sunset together.