Sunsets same

While my friend in Gainesville was no doubt standing in front of the same tree overlooking the same lake, I was again off in search of a good view. I was racing from the Winn Dixie after stopping at the lake to look, then stopping behind the high school, then finally turning down Press-Ruth road. The skies were brilliant. I tried to get the dead turtle shell in focus along with the sunset, but without being able to lay on the ground, it was slightly off. I took many other's, but this was the one where I tried to include foreground, midground and background in the scene.
My staying away less from FB has been somewhat of a success. On learning of the death of my old good friend Bruce Smith from Williston, I reposted the Song of Williston poem, and got Melissa to share it on the Williston page. I know that as a rule, whenever I post poetry, it is ignored.
We shall see. Not holding out great hope for much interest.
I re-hung photographs on the wall today. It was sad to me when I went outside to retrieve some shark teeth for Doug Hethcoat's grand daughter, who likes sharks Gerald said, that the photo of Nathaniel and I fell from the wall, the nail pulling out, shattering all over. It was a sad metaphor for our broken relationship. The gouge was on my cheek in the photo, the spot of the kiss.