I've been all about the sunrise on this blog, understandable since all it takes is to stumble from bed and head for the bluff a few hundred feet away. But this carved and curvy bit of coast gives us perfect sunsets, too.

Here's a flight of gulls in the last rays of the last light of the last day of winter. The wind was so still you could hear the rustle of their wings, picture the give in the hooks and barbs keeping each feather sleek, keeping the birds aloft.