That home owner has a couple, what looks like home made scarecrows around the house. Despite my username, it’s not mine. A couple streets over from mine.
I must have hundreds of sunset or sunrise photos in my library, but not only I can't drive past one, but I can spend ages there freezing my a** off taking image after image (it's always looking better than it was two minutes ago, right?!)
Are humans just hard-wired to love the arrival and departure of the sun?