The magic hour
There’s a special light that happens sometimes before sunrise and after sunset. It doesn’t always happen but when it does, it appears almost magical.
It’s soft, delicate and diffuse. Pastels flood the sky with gentle shades of blue and magenta. I love this time because the landscape often looks like something from a painting out of the middle ages.
I had done shooting for the evening and was making my way home, scratching the mosquito welts on my bare ankles, shins, forearms and neck. I should know better than to go outdoors during a summer evening without mosquito repellant on or at least long sleeves and pants. That’s what happens sometimes when the mood strikes to take pictures at the last minute. Morning photo shoots are always better planned. Because I’ve gotten soaked too many times in the morning dew and like to come home dry, I always lay out my hiking boots, waterproof pants and gators to prevent water seeping between the boot tops and the cuffs of my pants.
Our forecast is unsettled for the next few days so it’s best to be checking the weather radar and immediate forecasts. I’m still waiting on my first supercell of the year. Already the days are noticeably shorter with sunrise around 5:30 a.m. and sunset just before 10:00 p.m. With the shorter days comes the cooling and even though we’re just into summer, I can already see a few signs of fall.
Try the magic hour if you get the chance. How things look to the naked eye and how they photograph may provide a few pleasant surprises.