THE GOLDEN HOUR

Last year at exactly the same time I took some amazing images at The Old Bog Road in Oughterard. Winter mornings are gloomy and dark and the sun crawls up late and sluggish up the sky as do most of us I guess. 

There isn't a better feeling than being out early in the morning and witnessing the breaking of the day, witnessing the retreating of the twilight and that brief explosion of the golden hour, before the sun goes too high up the sky and the new day grabs everyone with its urgency, seriousness and everyday duty and obligations.  

This is the moment of stillness and peace, as if the time stops still. The thin line between the night and the day, the neutral ground from where we can charge ourselves with energy and strength and get ready to brace the new day. But only while the golden hour lasts....  

 Thank you for staying with me through the Golden hour, the best part of the day. 

See you soon ;)