The date: sometime in mid January
The time: around 17:00
The place: Ghajn Tuffieha, Malta
A Maltese January evening, just ahead of sunset. The bearing: due west, as the sun sets after a short sojourn across the winter sky, a mere three weeks after the December solstice marking the shortest day of the year. Beyond the horizon, the distant Tunisian shoreline, on the African coast.
There is no wind and the open sea appears calm. Broken clouds provide for an intermittent cover of the otherwise blue sky. A myriad of all the colours of the spectrum emanates from the fading orb of the setting solar disc.
The unfolding scene has its watchers, both animate and inanimate.
A group of human watchers, most probably tourists from some inland city up north, enjoying the rare spectacle of a maritime sunset and absorbing the unfolding scene. Free entertainment, which no expensive man-made wonder can ever replace.
To their right, another watcher, standing in stony silence. A watchtower from the time of the Knights of Malta; one of a network built to watch the coast for marauding ships and to raise the alarm through the timeless method of smoke signals, as ancient as humanity itself.
The perfect silhouette, the beautiful colors of the sunset and the focus on the watchers: elements comprising a photo I count among my favourites, and which I feel compelled to share.