Dusk Descending

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Jackie and I visited Mum this afternoon. This was one of her bad days, as she had not slept last night. She perked up whilst we were with her, and is looking forward to seeing Danni and Andy tomorrow.
We headed straight to Mudeford as we left the hospital, and were in time to watch

dusk descending. Apart from a few poor shivering specimens standing forlornly on the car park tarmac, gannet-like gulls swooped, plummeted, pounced to snatch crabbers’ spoils on the quayside. The Isle of Wight was a high-speed train thrusting through turbulent waters. Across at the bay, the streaky setting sun feebly attempted to penetrate deep indigo clouds which eventually scudded off before a palette of pink and cyan.

This evening Jackie fed us on a rack of lamb; roast potatoes and butternut squash; crisp carrots, cauliflower, cabbage, and Brussels sprouts; sautéed peppers, onions, and mushrooms; tasty gravy, and mint sauce. I drank Casillero del Diablo Cabernet Sauvignon 2017, and the others didn’t.
 

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  1. These are such interesting, moody photos, Derrick. They make me think: it’s no wonder some earlier folks saw the twilight/gloaming/dusk as a liminal space between the earthly and the divine.

  2. Brrrr! It looks chilly at yours – we also had a strong, cold wind today. Siddy and I had the accompaniment of some gulls this morning, a sure sign that things aren’t too calm out at sea. We were alerted to their presence by a loud ‘splat’ and a large white blob of well fed gull poop that landed five centimetres to the left of my left boot and maybe 20 centimetres from Siddy’s nose. We both came to an abrupt halt. He was a little perturbed by the unexpected offering and looked at it most suspiciously before carefully skirting around it and continuing on.

    1. Thanks very much, Pauline. Actually it wasn’t as cold as it looked, although pretty breezy. I wore an open jacket and neither coat nor gloves, and sat facing the wind for some of the time. Thank goodness for those few centimetres

  3. Beautiful photos, Derrick! Looks like Mother Nature was in a gloomy mood. But, still beautiful. 🙂 Your descriptions are lyrical and enjoyable to read! 🙂
    HUGS to all, especially your Mum.

      1. lamb is not a met I have eaten often, maybe once or twice, I am told that when done properly it is delicious…. Being a felter I see sheep and think of their fleece =^_^=

  4. I’m sorry to hear about your Mum, Derrick. My Mum had a bad night in the ER last night, too. I hope you’re Mum is feeling better soon. Thanks for sharing your gorgeous photos!

  5. I have such fondness for sky photos, and these are truly lovely. I’m glad for the chance to enjoy them at leisure — thanks for posting them.

  6. Hi Derrick, I lost track of you when I changed to a new blog. I found you again via Widdershins. I’m glad I did. Your photos in this post are so peaceful and your description of the sunset so vivid. I’m wishing though that I could sit down to such a yummy dinner (though I might forego the Brussel Sprouts). All the best – Suzanne

  7. What a beautiful ending to any day… Loved your captures Derrick and Lamb from Jackie and Butternut Squash….. … well what more could you ask for.. <3 Have a peaceful Sunday Derrick

  8. Yes, dusk descents. Reminds me of two lines of a Chinese poem 夕陽無限好 只是近黃昏 The setting sun is forever beautiful/Only it is near the end of day.

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