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Ever since childhood, I have found those brief durations of dawn and dusk to be the most enigmatic of the day.  There is simply something special about the early morning as the stars fade into a deep blue sky and the colors of refracted sunlight begin to display overhead.  Even more moving to me is when the reverse happens in the evening, when after a potentially beautiful chromatic experience one is favored with the wonders of a starry night.  Galen Rowell wrote eloquently about the magic of the “golden hour”, that time when the sun is still just below the horizon, when colors are warm, when shadows are long.  I am grateful to witness such moments each and every one, and sometimes even think past the awe to pick up the camera.

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