First it was flowers. Then it was architecture. Now? Now, it’s sunsets. I can’t get enough of them. Every time the sun starts to drop in the sky I start snapping pictures. It’s cliché. It’s been done. It’s been overdone. And yet, I can’t help myself. It’s like biting your fingernails. You don’t even realize you’re doing it until it’s too late. Do all wannabe photographers go through this stage? I suspect they do. Bear with me, brothers and sisters, I’ll be over it soon. And then I’ll be on to something else. Like cute kids with ice cream cones and floppy hats. Or old people with weathered faces squinting into the sun. I should go ahead and warn you now. You have approximately three months until my vacation and the week you’re going to spend suffering through Florida sunsets.