The Golden Hour
The Golden Hour
I love sunsets. None of them are ever the same. Each one presenting its own cloud formations and colors. Different textures, intensity in light, and the unique way they unfold.
With moments left of the day I made my way to Menomin Park. I almost didn't get this shot, but something deep from within called me here. Something of a 6th sense, it just wouldn't leave me alone, I had to come witness this.
With nearly a hundred Red Wing Black Birds singing in the tall cattail grass further down the lakeside I could feel the spring time rush through me as the clouds began to glow with the warm fading rays of the sun. I watched as the warm rays reflected down onto the surface of Lake Menomin. Creating a painting, that which only the creator could create. Something that only lasts for a fleeting second.
This is what I live for. It is such a rush. The intensity of the color peaks as goosebumps and a rush of excitement surges through me. Heart racing it is like feeling this 6th sense inside of me come to life. It is my high and what I love most about life. The peaceful solitude of nature and that perfect moment in time. Being able to capture that fleeting moment and be able to preserve it for a lifetime. As I gaze at any one of my photographs I can go back into that moment. Listening to the birds, feeling the wind on my face, the fading warmth of the sunset rays, while I breathe deep the smell of fall. With every press of the shutter I hope to capture that exact moment. For you to experience.
Starring off into the distance a few moments later the entire scene changed. The clouds faded and turned to a cold grey as darkness consumed the scene. A scene which for a brief few moments was bathed in golden light. A moment in time I pursue with a 6th sense. The Golden Hour.