Every night in Boca Grande we gather to watch the sunset together. Tonight’s was spectacular, as they often are. Many of us try to capture them in photos. My brother, Bill, and I were lamenting the fact that pictures never really seem to do the sunset justice.
“Remember those scratch and sniff stickers we used to get when we were kids?” he said. “Imagine if you could capture the sunset that way…except when you looked at the photo, you could smell the salt air, hear the surf, and feel the warm wind…”
…and I thought I was the poet in the family.