There’s a special time in photography they tell me. Its when the light hits just right and the day is turning to night. Its when moments have ended and other moments have yet to begin.
My daughter force knows this time only too well because she puts up with the aspiring yet novice photographer I am and always will be.
Last night I ran to a place and almost missed it. It was close.
There’s a thing of inescapable beauty when the day starts its change and there is that golden light that bathes our world in its glow. Go find a place on these summer days. Take the moment and the moment yet to come.
Its golden time.