This is the picture I've been looking for since seeing the email about this memorial site.  Finally found it (ya know, having all these things digitized doesn't make the shit any easier to find!).

My story:

I remember this shot.  It was one of those times when you are with another person, someone close, and they say something you remember.  She was washing clothes (I think, not important) and I was the only one on deck with her.  I think we were just chit-chatting when she looked up at the sky.  The sky is beautiful out there - there's nothing like it.  She told me about a poem, the author and title of which I cannot remember (if someone figures it out or knows it, please let me know).  What I do remember is that the poem contains a passage about a sunset being akin to a closing eyelid in that there is a clear delination between the coming night and the receding daylight.  Sure enough there is.  When you watch the nightfall, in the right conditions, you see a line between the darkness of the coming night and the brightness of the ending day.  It has stuck with me all this time, and when the conditions are right and I am paying attention I look up during sunset and I remember this conversations with her.  Rest In Peace Auntie Linda