The darkest picture was taken first. This is what happens when you aim the lens right into the sun:
Staring at the sun, I only noticed the overall compositions, the framing. But there, do you see what I didn't notice?
It's the schooner! Right there in the sun's reflection on the water. We've been talking about the schooner all day. And here it is, magically sailing in my sunset photos.
Your emotional blogger breaks down and cries.
And then I wonder, will my readers tire of all these sunset photos? Why aren't we enraptured by every sunset -- and every schooner?
Why, if we've tired of sunsets and schooners, do we still hope for eternal life?