Daddy's Sunsets: Overcoming "I Suck"

This winter my father started a new trend. He sent me pictures of the sunsets he and my mother enjoyed. Each evening, or most evenings, they would take a glass of wine (or in Dad’s case, beer) and sit on the seawall behind their winter haven and watch the sky change colors and the light shifts its perspective. Now, I’ve snapped pictures of sunsets before, but usually only when the sunset is particularly stunning, where a big ball of sun dips behind a horizon of orgasmic colors. These are the pictures I stop to take. Rarely do I stop to capture ordinary sunsets or to notice the change in sunset from day to day, how it became brilliant, then went back to being cloudy and overcast, then bright