We are here on the Oregon coast, once again, for the holidays. Yes, I know. It's getting to be kind of a habit, isn't it? A good habit, I'd like to think.
This is my view as I type.
It's been like this since Monday when we got here. In all the years I've been coming to Arch Cape (and I'm talking 55+), I've never experienced the sun in a December like this on the coast. It's magical.
An obvious dividend of these clear, sunny December days is the fact that you actually see the sun set each night.
Each one starts out so differently.
Sometimes with a silvery splash. . .
and better. . .
It's hard to know when it's perfect. . . because it's pretty much perfect all the time. That's how I managed to almost incinerate our Christmas Eve bread -- standing out on the lawn, trying to get the most perfect of perfect sunset shots instead of attending to a 475 degree oven.
Last night, the late afternoon sky blazed at first . .
Before settling down and dusting the horizon with a soft, shell-pink ribbons of light. . .
And in the south, the sky was nearly teal. . .
Until darkness fell. . .
Hushing the waves below us.
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