‘Lost — Yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.’
Horace Mann (American education reformer and abolitionist, 1796-1859).
Sunrise and sunset photography must be one of the biggest clichés in the book. Miss that moment between the dark and the light, and you will never again have the chance to recapture it in exactly the same way. How many times have I sat on a beach, or on a hillside, camera in hand, trying to do justice to the beautiful colours and shapes of the shifting skies before the sun slips below the horizon? Too many to count already.
I have hundreds of sunset pictures. And quite a few sunrises too. But even though the photographs are the only remnants of a moment that is now forever lost, there is nothing mournful or melancholic about them. Each one brings back a memory. A sense of the moment or place that inspired me enough to want to pick up my camera and try to capture something of that moment, to treasure forever. So I am sharing just a few of them here. Happy moments and cherished memories from the between hours of sunrise and sunset. My submission for this week’s WordPress weekly photo challenge to interpret ‘between’.
There is something so magical about that twice daily golden time between daylight and dark. A time for calm, contemplation, and quiescence. For appreciation of the beauty and majesty of the world around us. For serenity, hope and renewal. Such a spectacularly impressive sight, which we have the privilege of experiencing every day, makes me feel a particular sense of grateful awe and wonder.
These days I don’t very often get the chance to fully savour the golden hours and commit, without interruption, to experiencing a sunrise or sunset. But that makes the opportunities I do get even more precious. I try really hard to seize every chance to experience this wonderful world we live in. Even if that is just a short stroll with our little girl in her pushchair, showing her the trees, and stopping to look at the pigeons and listen to them cooing, or watch a butterfly flutter past. After all, in the words of E.M Forster, ‘What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?’