The Mindil Beach sunset is a daily spectacle – happening reliably around the same time each day. What’s more, it’s complimentary. It’s the type that makes me wonder why every sunset shouldn’t be acknowledged. A great big fiery ball hovering over the Arafura Sea, punctuated by children splashing and yachts intersecting its rich glow.
I’ve not seen one like it, almost reachable, and so blindingly beautiful I can’t see a thing when my gaze is pulled elsewhere. Sinking my toes deeper into the sands, cementing my front row seat among hundreds of beach goers, a Mindil sunset has the ability to stop everyone in their sandy tracks. For the final moments of this sinking stunner, volleyball games are abandoned and even excitable children fall still. And at the end, a collective cheer of appreciation. It’s only then that I pull myself away for the Sri Lankan, Chinese, Brazilian and Portuguese offerings of the markets behind, equally reliable as the sunset on Thursdays and Sundays.
Words & images: Alice Hansen