"Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon like a magician extended his golden wand o'er the landscape; trinkling vapours arose; and sky and water and forest seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together - H W Longfellow

I love watching sunsets. Something about them that leaves me content and at peace. Here are some pics of the sunset at Chikmanglur, from the place where we stayed, surrounded by hills all over. I wish I could have also captured on the pics the sounds of chirping of the birds and crickets as the night set in ;-) Well, the 'night sounds" only remain as melodies in the head...

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It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded red sun sinks down behind the azure hill, which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded, circling all natured, hush'd and dim, and still, with the far mountain- crescent half surrounded on one side, and the deep sea calm and chill upon the other, and the rosy sky with one star sparkling through it like an eye. - Lord Byron

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After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, Drops down into the night.- H W Longfellow

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Down sank the great red sun, and in golden glimmering vapours vieled the light on his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai. - H W Longfellow

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How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain: But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again - Isaac Watts

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The death - bed of a day. How beautiful! - Phillips James Bailey


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Beautiful sunset pics Bhavita. Thanks for sharing.

Lakshmi

Bhavita..thanks for transporting us to that place...with a delectable lyric to each picture.
What can i say...except these lines of Emily Dickinson.. ?

"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—

Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—

Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity...