Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape;Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forestSeemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline
There is no light more beautiful than evening light in my estimation. Sunrises are lovely but lack the deep warmth of the setting sun.
We have many local walking and biking trails and when the girls were young, we used to ride our bikes after supper to a certain pond to see "the ducks and geese". These familiar trails with the most common wildlife and vegetation are still enjoyable and peaceful to follow at sunset.
Evening reflections and shadows are dramatic on the water. Birds finish feeding and bathing and prepare to roost as frogs and toads start their chorus. Light is a photographer's inspiration and best friend. Our evenings will continue to lengthen into the summer solstice and their magical gold will be savoured as we forget the short, grey days of winter past.
Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline
Evening reflections and shadows are dramatic on the water. Birds finish feeding and bathing and prepare to roost as frogs and toads start their chorus. Light is a photographer's inspiration and best friend. Our evenings will continue to lengthen into the summer solstice and their magical gold will be savoured as we forget the short, grey days of winter past.