I admit to being somewhat obsessive. When I discover a new path, I forge ahead, pursuing that trail with a fierce single mindedness.
Take the “golden hour”, for example. After years of missing the boat on that one, I am now a convert to the beauty of that magic light.
But I must constantly guard against my obsessive tendencies – that penchant to pursue something to the point of excluding all else. That inclination to place “the golden hour” up on a pedestal, looking with disdain upon any image I create that does not contain sun flare. As if there is only one “right” way to capture the beauty of the world around me.
That’s why I love this image. Taken in the early evening, as the sun made its slow descent to kiss the horizon, there is no flamboyant sun flare or extravagant orange-gilded clouds. Rather, it is a subtle interpretation of the magic of eventide, the beauty of symmetry and the power of reflection.
Most importantly, it is SO me – with all the elements that are an integral part of my photography practice.
A reminder to embrace it all – to find the magic in everything, whether bathed in golden light or not.
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