The shorter days mean that it is sunset even if I head out immediately after work to take a walk. Soon I will have to set out in the dark.
The light fixture in the distance is a nesting site for Monk parakeets in Pelham Bay Park, Bronx, NY.
Sometimes it is prettier looking to the East than to the West.
A lone fisherman along the Long Island Sound, Pelham Bay Park.
I wonder what this four-footed friend thinks of the beauty around him.
The moon at sunset—a beautiful combination.
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him? Psalm 8:3, 4
The moon marks off the seasons,
and the sun knows when to go down. Psalm 104:19