Sunset on Christmas Day. It was a quiet family gathering with just the immediate family this year, at the new house east of Brockville. The landscape out that way is very flat and agricultural through most of it (my parents’ place backs onto a largeish tract of young forest in the middle of all these fields). For all that I tend to find flat agriculture somewhat boring, one thing you have to say for these regions is the sunsets are amazing. You get to see the sun right up until it dips to the horizon, and the final flash of brilliant colours created by the low angle as it slips over the edge. Here in the Frontenac Arch the landscape is so rocky, full of ridges, and covered in trees, that you only ever see the sun dip toward the horizon if you live on the east side of a wide lake, and even then you still never see it touch the edge of the earth. My sisters and I went for a short walk while waiting for dinner, but returned inside before the final red rays of the setting sun washed over the lower sky.
I’m back home after a few days away for the holidays, and should be back on a more regular schedule again. Also, back to work! The holidays were a nice excuse for a break.