It is easy to rush around, grabbing photographs and missing the wonder of the changing dance of light on the surrounding slopes and watery surfaces. I am standing in a favourite spot. Most of the time I am alone. A curious young motorcyclist comes and asks for ‘photograph’. His brief presence adds to the mood of the moment.
The early evening breeze rustles and whispers through the palms; birds seem unfazed by my close proximity; dragonflies pause from their flights. This is the photographer’s golden hour not only because of the magic of the changing soft light, but also because of these special moments in nature.
Sunsetting over Helsinki Harbour – November, 2011
As I was driving home tonight a flock of Brent geese flew through the sunset. In a few days they will be heading north to the Baltic and Siberia, foretelling of the advance of winter. The visual image of mare’s tails across the red-gold glow had me thinking of the importance of reading the sky on my walking and canoeing trips and also in my photography. Here is a small collection of two-third sky landscapes.
Dawn, Norfolk Broads, April, 2011Sunsetting over Kamarajar Lake, Athoor, Tamilnadu, August, 2012Sunset, Brecon Beacons, January 2010Dawn, Kintyre, January, 2010
I notice that these photographs have all been taken during the golden hours of dawn and dusk.