The light fades on my bluff above the crashing ocean. The vista becomes a combination of islands of clarity in the sea spray and the obscurity of coastal fog. What was obvious becomes mysterious. The great rollers become hard blue lines across the sea. The sun is fading fast. This is the path to magic. This is the orange horizon.
Taken during my vigil waiting for the Pigeon Point light.
Related image: Sky of Waves, Sea of Clouds.
[Nikon D300, 12-24mm zoom lens at 19mm (27.5mm in 35mm terms), 4/5 of a second at f/4 and ISO 100, tripod mounted.]