I have a fascination with the very fleeting moments after the golden hour has passed and the light that remains is just a refraction of the sun below the horizon…Its almost as if the landscape itself has retained and stored the light from the sun within itself and is cooling down in preparation of nightfall. There is a particular challenge in interpreting the color and light that remains. this is a landscape that I am all too familiar with, as seen from the pier at my family’s home on Wye Island.
