“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)