"The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies."
~ William Faulkner
Bronte Harbour at sunset.
Back in high school our art teacher Mr. Ainsley planned an early March trip to the location for some charcoal or pencil work. Never one to scrap a plan we all went and froze our collective rears off. Supposedly it was going to build character but I spent more time at the store up the road drinking hot chocolate with class mates then I spent sketching.