Capturing a Moment

Late one evening last week, before the sun had sunk into the trees on the westerly end of the creek, I made myself leave the undone dinner, unwashed dishes, and unset table. I walked out into the middle of the backyard. It was the time of evening where you could feel the warmth of the day in the pools of sunlight, but in the shadows you could feel the coolness of the night.
I faced the creek...

Then I turned ninety degrees to our neighbor on the right...

And then one hundred and eighty degrees to our neighbors on the left...

"We are perishing for want of wonder, not from want of wonders."
(G.K. Chesterton)