Monday, September 27, 2010

Golden Hour

Golden Hour
24 x 36

In the golden hour the wind dies down, the water lies flat, and Stuart Island glows in a light bath. The crabbers, returning from their traps, pull a shadow in their wake. Trees stand as sentinels and the world feels safe. In the Golden Hour.

1 comment:

Celeste Bergin said...

warm and cool at the same time--beautiful!