The Lake has an irresistable magic all its own and when we are just out wandering in the fields above the bluffs our feet somehow wind up taking us closer to the water. A breeze off the water carries the sound of children laughing and Sea gulls in the distance. Looking out over the water I can see the color begin to deepen as the sun starts to settle in the trees. Everything becomes more saturated and richer in color, The flowers that we walked through, once pink are now purple, yellow has become gold and light green is now a deep turquoise. There is a reason that artists call this the “Magic Hour.”
The Lake has an irresistable magic all its own and when we are just out wandering in the fields above the bluffs our feet somehow wind up taking us closer to the water. A breeze off the water carries the sound of children laughing and Sea gulls in the distance. Looking out over the water I can see the color begin to deepen as the sun starts to settle in the trees. Everything becomes more saturated and richer in color, The flowers that we walked through, once pink are now purple, yellow has become gold and light green is now a deep turquoise. There is a reason that artists call this the “Magic Hour.”