2009 has been a good year for them, too.
I remember it starting with a sunset flowing darkness down the Colorado river, as it lit the walls of the Grand Canyon with yellow light. I remember Ruby Beach, in the teeth of a gale, as a bald eagle drifted down the yellow light. I remember the flare of bright light as the sun fell over the Pacific on a Hawaiian evening, silhouetting the heiau.
I remember the lilac London summer evenings as volcanic ash reflected colours from the stratosphere. I remember crouching on the roof, trying to focus in on spiderwebs, hoping to catch a strand of gold in the evening sky. I remember standing on Beachy Head, watching the sun gild the autumn clouds, rolling down into a steely Channel. I remember the chill of New York December, seeing the Empire State Building turn yellow in the evening light.
There's one place, though, that I'll never forget, the place where the sunsets have been with me since I was born.
It's seems fitting to end a year of sunsets with images of the sunset from Christmas Day on my home island of Jersey.
St Clements, Jersey CI