My oldest daughter was telling me about the times of the day—dawn, noon, evening, dusk, etc (because of course, as parents, we don’t know about these things they learn in their school. We missed out on all that stuff because we are grown-ups). She then asked about twilight, and I told her twilight was the glowing intermission before the sun rose or after it set, and then offhandedly mentioned it came after the golden hour at the end of the day. At the time, I didn’t think about how wonderful the concept of “the golden hour” must sound to a 7yo. So naturally, she was right on the heels with the question: “So what is the golden hour, Daddy?” I started to explain, but then had that glorious realization of having something amazing to reveal and all I had to do was go outside—and then act like I had orchestrated the whole bit.
We headed out. I brought my camera and told her the golden hour would splash out in all its tangerine splendor onto the land in a fleeting instance…and if she spotted it…to let me know and we would stop and take some snaps. We headed down a long highway and it wasn’t long until it was obvious the radiance of the setting sun was catching up in the high limbs of trees. We stopped at a boat dock, and headed towards an ATV trail where these were captured.