Saturday's Sunset
I don't know about where you live, but here the sun sets pretty much every day. Granted it sometimes does so behind a veil of grey or in the total absence of cloud it just disappears without the slightest hint of pomp and ceremony.
We are blessed, however, here in Canterbury with a reasonable number of stunning sunsets, along with the one at the beginning of the day. What's the name of that one? Sunlift? Sunclimb? Not sure. I'm not really a morning person, but I'm sure you know what I'm on about.
I'm a sucker for a good sunset as much as the next bloke, although in truth it's the cloudscape I'm after when I venture off into...
Tags: Right Time, Right Place
I commute to work, as many of you surely do. Twice a day I tootle across the countryside in our long suffering MX5, which aside from being 20 years old now is suffering distinctly from the gravel road portion of the trip it endures five times a week.
On the way home, for a few months of the year I'm travelling during golden hour. For those not of a photography bent, golden hour is the magical bit before sunset and after sunrise when the low sun angle creates the wonderful golden light you see on sampler biscuit boxes and the cheap post cards your auntie Mavis sends.
For that reason I regularly lug a camera along with me. Many suspect it's because I'm always on the hunt for road accidents but in all truth I'm more likely to cause one when I see something interesting and veer suddenly off the road to satisfy my itchy shutter finger.
On the way home tonight I had just such a moment, although....
