“I’m not sure I want to be perfect and finished. Talk about boredom…”
“Look at the sky,” he said, and it was such a quick subject-change that I looked at the sky. There was some broken cirrus, way up high, the first bit of moonlight silvering the edges.
“Pretty sky,” I said.
“It is a perfect sky?”
“Well, it’s always a perfect sky, Don.”
“Are you telling me that even though it’s changing every second, the sky is always a perfect sky?”
“Gee, I’m smart. Yes!”
“And the sea is always a perfect sea, and it’s always changing too,” he said.
Illusions, by Richard Bach, 1977
I took this at the aptly named Sunset Hill Park, at sunset, on the first day of the new year.
It was a perfect sky, and a perfect sea.
I look for them every day, and you know what?
I always find them.
I hope you do too.
(Nikon Z7 II, Nikon Z 24-70mm f/2.8)