Golden hour. It grounds you in the present. You can try to take a picture, but you’ll never capture the way it makes you feel — warm inside, and calm, maybe a bit excited, but mostly appreciative, satisfied, at ease. It brings to mind summer nights, but it does occur in the winter. The only difference is that you don't want to be outside in the cold, which is why it’s pure magic when your face is awash in Capri sunlight flooding into a barroom on a chilly Sunday evening. You're standing up against a slab of sleek silver, as a person in neat linen asks if they can get you something to drink.
First time's a charm
First time's a charm
First time's a charm
Golden hour. It grounds you in the present. You can try to take a picture, but you’ll never capture the way it makes you feel — warm inside, and calm, maybe a bit excited, but mostly appreciative, satisfied, at ease. It brings to mind summer nights, but it does occur in the winter. The only difference is that you don't want to be outside in the cold, which is why it’s pure magic when your face is awash in Capri sunlight flooding into a barroom on a chilly Sunday evening. You're standing up against a slab of sleek silver, as a person in neat linen asks if they can get you something to drink.