I take many pictures of sunsets and few of sunrises. Perhaps this is my unconscious way of learning to deal with endings. I don’t deal with them too well, but in photographing sunsets I learn to enjoy the beauty of endings. Otherwise, I don’t see much good in them. Beginnings, on the other hand, are times of possibilities. Yet I don’t photograph sunrises over and over again. Perhaps I don’t need to be reminded that beginnings are often beautiful. Or maybe it’s just because I usually don’t rise before dawn.I don’t suspect too many people deal with endings so well, even while realizing that the ending of something often gives room for the beginning of something else, something else which is another necessary part of growing and life and part of the journey. Maybe the best we can do is to recognize endings graciously, if not gratefully. I’m going to work on the gracious part, because I am way too far away from the grateful part. Until then, I’ll keep photographing sunsets to appreciate the beauty of endings. Sunsets far away. With plenty of shadows in between.