October ’09. Greenport, NY.
One of the most spectacular evenings I’ve come across. I was at work in town, and just had to document it.
It was a very “passionate” sunset. Greenport is such a spectacular town for photography. Love it.
That sunset was so striking because, at the time, it represented how I felt. One could take the sunset as an image of passionate love, or anger. Or perhaps a bit of both. Where’s the point in which the two blend together?