late September sunset in the Ozarks
“Some days are diamonds… some days are rocks.” -Tom Petty
There’s no two ways around it– some days are just harder than others. This past week has been absolutely abysmal. I’m getting to the point where I can’t even watch the damn news– I’m consciously tuning it out like the numerous neglectful mothers I’ve witnessed ignoring their crying children in public. I just don’t want to hear it anymore.
I’m tired of reading headlines about mass shootings and natural disasters and neo-nazis. I’m tired of feeding my misanthropy with stories of how awful and cruel human beings can be to one another. And I’m tired of hearing that yet another one of my heroes has died. Social media and celebrity “news” culture has never been my thing, but it’s been impossible to ignore the in memoriam tributes over the last year or so, as it seems that damn near all of my childhood heroes are dying off. I guess it’s just a part of growing older… I dunno.
Which is why I want to share a little beauty with everyone today. We had a marvelous sunset here in Northwest Arkansas a few nights back– it carried a painterly quality with the colors of a Maxfield Parrish palette, so I snapped a few pics with my phone for posterity’s sake. I’m thankful now that I did, as I’ve returned to those photos numerous times in the last few days for a fleeting moment of solace, and I’m hoping I can provide someone somewhere else the same.
closeup of said sunset