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Most sundowns and sunrises, I would take off alone and haunt the headland of Indian Town Point, home of the Devil's Bridge and one of Antigua's national parks. The big skies out here were always full of approaching clouds from the west, while off shore to the east they hovered forever as though afraid to move on. The ocean raged against the point of the headland behind me, but where I stood here on a cliff edge above the northern side, the waves seemed to race past on their way into the bay beyond, churning and angry that they didn't hit the point. The legendary winds out here threatened to push me with them. This evening the sun only gave up color at the end, briefly tenderizing the sky before quickly winking out below the horizon. This is an 8 image panorama, stitched in Photoshop.
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