Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The Golden Hour

Real photographers call it "the golden hour." An hour before sunset and an hour after sunrise, the light shines on the Earth at an angle, diffusing the light and casting a golden glow. During this hour, light is warm, soft, and perfect for taking pictures, or so says an internet search. Gone are the harsh shadows from the sun shining directly overhead. The only flash needed is the soft stream of light breaking through the haze of a summer evening.

Randy was more concerned about a marginally cooler 4-wheeler ride to check cattle than the magic of twilight during last week's trip to the Ninnescah Pasture.
Mr. Bull was ready for his gold-tinged portrait. 
So were his pasture mates.
Prairie flowers dotted the landscape, mimicking the sunset skies with pops of purple ...
and splashes of yellow.
The sound of birds was silenced by the thunder of water as it toppled over the dam and pooled downstream.
We didn't bring the fishing gear this time, so Randy could only dream about the big one who got away.

Seeing water in the pond is a blessing after two years of drought. 
Here's how the same location has looked the past couple of years:
Summer 2011
We loaded up our "chariot" as the sun sank toward the horizon.
The golden hour?
Yes, indeed. With a little red and orange thrown in for good measure.


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    1. Thank you! So glad you came to visit!

  2. It is fun to go for a ride with the Hubby. Early morn or evening is when he likes to check the crops, count the replacement hfrs or make sure the a well is working. We putz along and look things over. I bring my camera and the Little Dog to enjoy the ride.

    1. We don't have a dog at the moment, but I'm not sure an extra creature would fit with us on the 4-wheeler anyway.

  3. Beautiful pics. The evening ride. We like to go on the horses. Or the side by side, dogs in tow. So romantic :) Cameron will lure me along as a romantic ride. But there is always "work" to do. But I still love it. :)

    1. Thanks! This time, everything was in where it was supposed to be, so it really turned out to be just a nice evening ride. As you have no doubt figured out, we are horseless here on the County Line. Instead of grain, our "Japanese horse" eats gasoline. :-)