Posts Tagged ‘Sunset Sunday’

Bali. The destination seems to evoke the traveler’s image of a paradise. Yes, and with good reason. On the island where author Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love) found her love, there is certainly much to love; the landscapes, the culture, the jungle, the beaches, and yes the sunsets.

On the west coast of Bali, where the sea surrounds the Tanah Lot Hindu temple (at high tide) people gather to watch something special, something spiritual.  Many walk along the rocky coastline and the black sand beaches while others stay perched upon the cliff at local Pan Pacific Resort (formerly the Le Meriden Hotel). But whatever people decide, all prepare with the same anticipation for the sunset behind the Hindu Temple on the Indian Ocean.

With two nights, I did both. The image below, my first night (perched on a cliff) was an afternoon spent sipping a cocktail and savoring the special moment. Enjoying some of the true beauty of Bali – its Sunsets. Happy Sunset Sunday.

the sun sets on the Indian Ocean behind the Hindu Temple
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As a native New Yorker, I am often asked for recommendations, the “what to do, what to see” regarding my city. It’s not hard to rattle of a list of ‘to-dos’ about arguably one of the world’s most dynamic and exciting destinations so I oblige. Yet I don’t often write about them. I don’t want to keep them secret, in fact, the opposite, I look to encourage. I want visitors leaving the city seeing more than the guide-book top ten lists.

A sunset doesn’t often make any of those lists for New York City, but walking the Brooklyn Bridge does. And just like good restaurants are better when you know what to order, walking the Brooklyn Bridge is better when you know how and when to walk it.

My advice is to take the subway from Manhattan to Brooklyn. You exit on the first stop in Brooklyn. (I select the A,C to High Street) Once in Brooklyn, you want to walk towards the view of the Manhattan skyline. You’d be surprised how man tourists do this backwards.

And once in Brooklyn, you can really enjoy the resurgent DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) neighborhood. Here a coffee or cocktail in the many cafes can be just what you need before taking the walk at the proper time. A chance to fuel up and pass time before you walk across at sunset. Recently, I planned a meeting in Brooklyn that enabled me to do just that.

On the walk back to Manhattan, the orange sky seemed to warm me on the cool, crisp autumn afternoon. The views of the New York skyline and harbor seemed to sparkle. The city seems to come alive. Yes, I missed the Twin Towers, and still can’t believe it’s almost ten years since that day, but it’s a lady that warms me most.

I always tend to look in the back to see the Statue of Liberty. That makes the moment. To see her torch and the bright sky behind her always reminds how special and welcoming my city truly is. Yes, indeed – I love NY. Happy Sunset Sunday.

her torch lights the sky...

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The charm of Charleston magnifies when you walk the city. Whether you follow its revolutionary roots, its Civil War Story, or just meander to enjoy its historic homes at some point you will find yourself down along the battery.

On the waterfront, you walk among monuments to American heros, look out on the horizon to the famous Fort Sumter, and can join the city citizens for a seaside stroll. The locals walking the dog, going for a jog, or holding hands on a first date, provide a special sense of community. A certain southern charm.

And there is no better time to take that seaside stroll then at sunset. The last light of the day provides a certain, special glow. A glow illuminated by the historic past of the city. Happy Sunset Sunday.

the glow of Charleston waterfront.

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On New York City Marathon Sunday, you can usually find me in Central Park when the sun sets. I wake up watch the race (the professionals), enjoy a long leisurely brunch and then head to experience one New York city’s best experiences, the joy of cheering for all the runners. The race truly epitomizes the very best of New York. But I didn’t always know this.

As my Dad ran the race in 2006 I followed his progress from the early morning drop off, to mile 8, then mile 17, and finally mile 24 in the park. And I stumbled on something. I didn’t just cheer for my Dad, but everyone. I learned the true joy of the New York City Marathon is just that, cheering for everyone. The day recharged me and a new tradition was born.

And although this year, I will not be there to inspire, encourage, and perhaps even blow my vuvuzela with purpose, I decided to look through my photos and find one that shows a setting sun moment from the ING NYC MaraUnfortunately, I did not have many. (Something to do next year)

Happy Sunset Sunday and consider coming to see the New York City Marathon. You may just make it a tradition.

in the distance the boat house of NYC's Central Park

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A family reunion took me to upstate New York this summer. To be honest, I held little appreciation for my state outside of what I knew. Growing up, New York consisted of Long Island and the city. And when people mentioned New York – well that was New York City.  Ignorance might be bliss at times, but you can certainly miss out on so much of the beauty in the world with such an approach. Thankfully, I learned this early in life.

To witness this beauty, I keep an open mind, travel and (yes) stay adventurous. And this approach teaches. It educates.  In fact last week,  Melissa mentioned this in her SunsetSunday (guest) post on New Jersey. She wrote,

catching the travel bug a few years ago, and learning to see the world through the eyes of a traveler, I’ve realized how much the state of NJ really has to offer.”

Exactly. When you travel you gain a deeper appreciation about where you are from and I am from New York. Yes, I love NY (the entire state).

So at a joyful and emotional family reunion, meeting cousins for the first time in 19 years, we conversed, tasted some of the best local corn, grilled steaks, and downed a few beers.  America at its best. And all day I took pictures of the park grounds, my family, and the food.  Yet, I knew I needed one more shot. The perfect ending to the day.

When we parted ways with a promise to not wait so long next time, day descended into night. Driving the back roads in rural New york, the sunset’s colors brightened the sky. Eventually, I found a clearing and pulled over. I reached for my camera, exited the car and took this image. The farm, the cows, and the sunset. A different New York for me, but a New York I truly appreciate.

the sun sets behind an upstate farm..

Happy Sunset Sunday.  Welcome to Season 3.

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New Jersey. As a New Yorker, I always said the best thing about New Jersey is the view of New York City. Hey, it is the light at the end of the tunnel, right? But after years visiting my college friends who call it home and spending summers at the Jersey Shore (not quite MTV style) I did start to change my mind.  Then I met Melissa through twitter.

Her writings and picture perfect Sunday’s started to further enlighten me about the other side of the Hudson River. She eloquently describes and displays the beauty of her home state on her blogs. And hey, it is the Garden State after all.

So I recently asked Melissa to share a view of New Jersey on my weekly Sunset Sunday: Thankfully, she agreed. Enjoy.

Since I’m from New Jersey (and proud of it), you know that I’ve pretty much heard all of the NJ jokes there are. I’ve also learned to smile and laugh politely when non-NJ folks ask me if I’ve ever pumped my own gas (of course I have) or what my exit is (Turnpike 9, Parkway 130).  It’s actually even kind of comical when people try to get me to say “water” or “coffee” to see I’ll speak with the so-called “Jersey” accent.

Yes, our jug handles make the roads a little confusing to navigate.  Yes, the 80s “mall hair” and scrunched socks trends lasted well beyond the 80s for many people living in NJ.   And yes, NJ has a ubiquitous presence on TV and the Internet these days, with the stars of MTV’s Jersey Shore (somehow) having become our primary representatives. So yes, I fully expect that the jokes will keep on coming.

the Parkway exit for Sandy Hook is 117


However, after catching the travel bug a few years ago, and learning to see the world through the eyes of a traveler, I’ve realized how much the state of NJ really has to offer.  NJ has a rich Native American history, and many significant Revolutionary War battles took place here – helping to secure the freedom and independence we know in this country today.  We have a diverse landscape including mountains, beaches, farms, and cities, and we have tremendous amounts of cultural opportunities.  NJ really is a true traveler’s destination and the perfect place to bring your wanderlust.

I took this sunset photo during my NJ travels, visiting the oldest operating lighthouse in our country, in Sandy Hook, NJ.  The grounds around the lighthouse, the Gateway National Recreation Area, is home to numerous endangered bird species and is a favorite location for beach goers, bird watchers, and photographers alike.  If you look closely, you can even see a bird, who calls Sandy Hook their home, in this photo.


Melissa Morris is the writer and editor behind the Jersey Girl and her own Melissa Morris blog. She can also be found on twitter t: @morriswrite. Her writings can make anyone (including me) start to appreciate one of the original 13 states – New Jersey.

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For Lisa and her family the world is calling. I can relate, it calls me too. And one thing I learned as I travel all over the world, the customs, culture, and cuisine may be different but shared experiences exist and unite.  One such experience is the sunset.

Lisa describes such a moment for us from the shores of Flathead Lake, Montana.


lakeside the family enjoys the magic of the moment...


I was born in Kalispell, just a stone’s throw from this gigantic lake—the biggest fresh water body west of the Mississippi—and have spent every summer of my life in the valley. We became waterlogged as kids, shivering with near-hypothermia (mountain lakes in these parts), convincing our cousins to jump in—com’on in, the water’s fine!—wincing as we walked barefoot, over rocks in colors of amber and indigo and eggplant. We hauled out logs and did our best to stand on top of the slippery, rolling, splintery masses. We crafted Tom Sawyer-like rafts and rode the waves until they sank.

Later, we learned to waterski and kneeboard. We put an old lounge chair on a pair of old skis and rode around on it. We tied together a string of inner tubes and hauled the parade forward, nearly drowning those in back under a wave of water. We dived and dunked and skinny dipped. Shivering, we’d huddle close to a bonfire as our swimming suits dried out. And we’d think about doing it all over again the next day.

This picture is one of my children and my cousins’ children, doing the same as we did. The torch has been passed, but the memories remain, as vivid as a brilliant, golden sunset.

-by Lisa Bergren

Lisa Bergren is the writer and editor behind The World is Calling, a travel blog for families. She can also be found on twitter t: @TheWorldCalls. The Bergrens live in Colorado, but travel to Montana every summer.

Happy Sunset Sunday.

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