Lately, I've missed a lot of opportunities for what's known among photographers as golden photography. I'm not talking about bling. I'm talking about shooting during those golden hours that occur twice each day. When the sun is low on the horizon, and the sky is full of reds and oranges the rising/setting sun pelts the sides of buildings, trees and everything in it's path with a beautiful, surreal, golden light. The term, golden hour is misleading because it really only lasts for a few minutes, but if you're lucky enough to catch it, it's a wonderful experience. Experiencing it always makes me feel good. Experiencing it with a camera in my hands, in an interesting environment, is just the best.
Well, I did not make it out of the house early enough to catch it this morning, but IT got me out of bed and motivated me to go out and shoot. I've been trying to push myself to shoot more often because I've fallen into a photographic rut lately. I just don't have the motivation to get out there and be creative like I used to. The golden hour, enjoyed from my kitchen window while brewing a cup of coffee, motivated me to grab my camera bag and get out there. I hopped in the Tacoma and drove over to the old fence post yard on Route 140. There is not a lot inside of these old structures. A lot of the brush around them has been cleared and it looks as if someone is preparing to demolish them. I did, however, encounter an owl living in the rafters and found an old Coke bottle among the ruins. None of these photos are amazing, but it was good to get out there and enjoy myself on a sunny, cold morning.