The Golden Hour

There’s a specific time of day that almost always makes me stop in my tracks and just… look. I can’t help but take in every angle. Every change in lighting. Every inch of reflection (especially from snow). This time of day is called, the golden hour. It’s in the morning when the sun is coming up, and in the evening when it’s going down. The reason I love it so much is because it drowns absolutely everything in either gold, or contrasting shadow. It can take the smallest thing and make it a work of art. Especially the things that I don’t expect. This morning I saw some dead plants. But, the closer I looked, I realized that the dew on these plants was reflecting the water, and the light made almost like a glow.