It is getting late in the season for such pontoon boat rides into the sunset.  This one was probably the last of the year.  Things are changing and people are moving on with their lives.  This kind of beauty is often captured by the brush artist and the accidental photographer, but simply seeing it in the raw is – has to be – one of life’s true gifts.  Too often we forget or let slide into dark corners of our consciousness the glimpses of natural wonder that are always there for us to enjoy.  The field awash in the gold of dandelion bloom.  The orchard heavy with ripened fruit.  The morning shrouded in fog and mystery.  The many versions of the lowly Black-eyed Susan enduring to the bitter end of the season.  And, of course, the gift of a matchless sunset shared with friends.