Sunset Watching People

Why are sunsets breathtaking? I don’t know. People love to watch the sunset, I don’t know why… Maybe, because it is the only time they can stare directly into the sun without damaging their eyes? Or maybe because there is some residue of ancient Aztec spirituality still floating in the air?

In Key West, if you go to Mallory Square in the late afternoon, the golden hour, you will see crowds of tourists facing west. For them, watching the sunset is no longer enough, they all try to record it. It’s number one thing to do when you visit Key West: go to the Sunset Celebration at Mallory Square. They all take out photo cameras, i-phones, i-pads, and all sorts of other devices, trying to capture the soul of the supreme deity of the skies. And post it on Facebook two minutes later. To prove they have been there, done that.

I, myself, like to turn my camera towards the people photographing sunsets. I photograph miniature sunsets inside their sunglasses. And capture their souls.

 

 

Vanity.

He knows it is performance time.

People are watching with anxiety.

There he comes: perfectly orange and round, ready to dive in the ocean.

He prepares slowly, gets closer and closer.

As predicted.

Timing is everything.

The lights in the theatre dim, the audience stops breathing.

Corsets burst, children faint: it is all going to happen at the exact precise moment, not a minute earlier, never later.

Another death, another disappearance.

Painfully, first he touches the line, and then she swallows him.

The horizon stretches its back a bit higher: impatient, hungry.

He is doomed again, and the voyeurs are silent: photographing the evidence, a ritual, another sacrifice for the crowds.

Did you see him how he went down?

Did you see how she swallowed him, slowly?

The sky, the sea all gets smeared in blood.

And then the spectacle is over.

Ovations, satisfaction, the men look at the women with wet eyes: you see, exactly as I predicted,

I kept my promise. 

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3 Responses to Sunset Watching People

  1. Jean Alaba says:

    I think it might be because sunsets are just breathtaking and you catch it only for a couple of minutes in a day. 🙂 Loved your photos, btw. Cheers

    • lifenomadik says:

      Thank you!
      yes…sunsets are very special…
      here is a favorite passage from The Little Prince:

      Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life . . . For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me:

      „I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now.“

      „But we must wait,“ I said.

      „Wait? For what?“

      „For the sunset. We must wait until it is time.“

      At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:

      „I am always thinking that I am at home!“

      Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.

      If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like . . .

      „One day,“ you said to me, „I saw the sunset forty-four times!“

      And a little later you added:

      „You know–one loves the sunset, when one is so sad . . .“

      „Were you so sad, then?“ I asked, „on the day of the forty-four sunsets?“

      But the little prince made no reply.

  2. Nina says:

    I enjoyed watching your photos and reading your post. An interesting interpretation of this week’s theme.

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