Golden Hour Glow
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy
It seems that the only time that I want to be outside during these inferno like months is early in the morning. The earth has had a chance to cool before the fireball rises above the horizon yet again to scorch the fields, man and beast once more, to torture us for another long day.
So my photography fix has to be had in that few hours before the sun climbs too high because the rest of the day is spent hiding in the air conditioning.
This is one mad dog Englishman who does NOT go out in the mid-day sun!!
Still there is hope ....
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. ~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
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