Got my dad to embrace my sunset chasing. Ended up at that same space in Easton that I chased the sunset to with my mother. By this time, my dad (who had been skeptical) was taking out it 9 year old phone and snapping some pictures.
Right after the sun slipped away. There was a nice mix of residual sunlight, and manmade light reflecting in the East River. This spot is also where I would always go when I had a bad day and needed to think.