The Magic Hour

At the end of every day there are a few precious minutes when the sun is low enough in the sky, the clouds are in the right place, and the light ricochets off the underbelly of the atmosphere. All of a sudden the world is golden. Everything around you seems as if it has always been this serene. It’s the magic hour and I always feel lucky if I have a camera with me and I can capture a fraction of its beauty.