Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote so eloguently about Sunsets.
( He was born in Portland, Maine )
"Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o're the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Then and Now" photos taken from
("The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it".)- Ralph Waldo Emerson