As the sun begins its journey into the western sky, and daylight fades, photographers pop out from seemingly everywhere for the magic of Golden Hour. No matter how hard you look, you’ll not see them, but at one minute into Golden Hour, well, there they are, looking as if they had been there forever. And once the hour has past, so goes the photo folks, and they fade once again into the landscape as if by magic.
How do I know this? Because I am one of them. Oh yes, I’ll probably be drummed out of the corps for admitting this, but I am one of the Golden Hour seekers.
And why not? For, you see, wonderful opportunities abound during this time. Let’s take a perfectly random example to illustrate this. Let’s take, oh, a pond. And, of course the sunset throwing long copper and golden rays. Interest. We need something of interest for the pond. Oh! I know! Let’s use, hmmm…. a crane! Yes! A Sandhill Crane! As long as we’re at it, we might as well have the crane taking off, too. And if we let our imagination run with this pond, sunset and crane, it might look something a little like the above.n!