Serifos on the Beach, Crowds at Sunset

The sun is going down over Serifos, and the figures at the shoreline are still there, waiting out the last of the orange light.

Everything softens in this last light. The people on the sand are just warm silhouettes, their shadows stretching long behind them. Even the pale walls of the houses to one side seem to hold the day's warmth against the burning sky. All that deep red and soft pink finds its opposite in the cooler blues pooling on the sand. The brushwork shifts, too—from the smooth sky to the broken, thicker touches that give texture to the water. Time slows here. The air carries that hush a beach holds just before night.