Sunset in the west.

I met this sunset in a place near the westernmost point of the Crimean peninsula. It was evening and I went to watch the sun sink into the sea.

This is a beautiful picture that looks new every time.

From the west, the wind blew and small waves rushed to the shore. They smashed against stones with noise and a cloud of spray.

At first it only made me laugh and added beauty to an already colorful sunset. But then I decided to take pictures of these bursts. In search of a shooting point, I sank lower and lower, until I lay down on stones in the immediate vicinity of the coast.

And only I found the very view that I was hunting for, the evening began to grow stronger and the waves became a little more and splashes from the waves began to fall on me. All would be nothing, I would not mind a small shower after a hot day, but splashes fell on the camera lens. And this is not good at all.

I had to retire.

The sun was almost hidden behind the horizon when I fully enjoyed shooting waves.

This place is called Chernomorskoye. The first inhabitants of this place were the Hellenes, who appeared on the shore of the present bay during the period of Greek colonization. The ancient Greeks founded here the city of Kalos Limen (from ancient Greek - Beautiful Harbor, Happy Harbor). Kalos Limen was one of the important centers of the agricultural district, subordinate to the ancient Greek city-state of Tauric Chersonesos.

All this happened at the turn of the fourth century BC.

During one of my stay in this place, I visited the local museum of local lore. This is a small museum, but it has a lot of different exhibits. Looking at archaeological artifacts, one can imagine that here, in these places, people lived 2000 - 2500 years ago and they also looked at the sunset, as I did.

It is surprising that I was visited by such thoughts in Crimea. Maybe I was so influenced by the bright warm Crimean salty, maybe the salty water of the Black Sea, maybe it was the impact of that same Crimean wine made from grapes grown in the Crimea and possessing all the characteristic signs of terroir wine.
And now, looking at sunset photos in the west of the Crimean peninsula, I continue to think about how much happened in the Crimea and in Russia, how many people were deprived and tragedy, before I could sit quietly and watch the sunset.