I waited.

At the foot of Piazzale Michelangelo, Florence, Italy, I waited for the right moment to capture the sunset over Firenze. The sun was already colouring the entire city in yellow; the trees, the houses, the river. I was awaiting that magical moment when it was not all about the sun, but the harmony of all the elements for the perfect Tuscan sunset. I waited.

And then it came. The sun gave off its majestic red as it slowly descended behind the Tuscan hills. The sky harmonised with the red with its subtle bluish tinge at the top, the Tuscan hills provided the timeless bass, the dome of the imposing cathedral and the rest of the city skyline provided the alton tones, the River the tenor and the birds in flocks the soprano.

It was a symphonic sight. It honestly felt as He added the final touch to a landscape masterpiece. Unlike our attempts of masterpieces, Nature's takes place daily, years before and years to come.

But no matter how patient I was in attempting to take the perfect photograph, the limits of the frame can never, and will never, capture Nature's boundless beauty.

Uncle T