Life and sunsets are forever short.
On July 25th, 2012, I lost my beloved dog, Star. We've been together for the past 11 years, and she was pretty much a stand-in sister for me since I never had siblings. She passed away quickly and without suffering, but it doesn't lessen the hurt.
I happened to be in Maryland when I heard she was sick, so I took the first flight I could back home, only to hear from my mother that she had died a couple of hours before my flight left. The next day, I saw her body, and I sobbed pretty much constantly for a whole week. The pain is still there, but the tears have stopped.
This it he worst case of unrequited love I have ever experienced.
I have really turned inwards since her loss.
The day of her death, I took some quick photographs of the sun setting on her last day. Life is short, just like the amount of time it takes for the sun to fall behind the horizon.
Exactly a month before her death, I wore a thrown-together vintage coordinate and took photos right as the sun set. Please hype it on LookBook if you like what you see.