Twilight colors, warm golden glows, predawn purplish hues—a surreal, humbling time of simplicity and reverence. As earth’s sustaining globe sinks below the horizon, the intensity of the day’s cares seem to descend with it. A respite of savored, sweet moments experienced in His presence. Laying aside of anxieties and worries, engaging in a heavenly peace. His stillness and serenity enveloping the shades of the day, painting a new palette for tomorrow.
In contrast, the early morning’s rich glow ascends with an energizing revival. Hopeful and refreshingly inviting, the daily gift of life to be unwrapped tenderly and gratefully. Rejuvenated, the everyday activities and responsibilities existing in the current moment, filtered through the fingers of God. Each sunrise a fresh start and soft touch offered lovingly from the Creator’s hands.
Photographing the morning and evening showpieces can be a difficult task even though a deluge of sunrise and sunset photographs inundates the Internet. Timing, lighting, location, equipment, and perseverance are all necessary elements for evocative, picturesque images. An hour before sunrise and an hour after sunset, the golden hour of photography when creativity and an awareness of lighting conditions essential. High, breaking clouds can play an essential role and act as a backdrop in creating these ever changing masterpieces. Their presence produces intense, brilliant scarlet oranges and reds long after the sun drops below the horizon.
Silhouettes also add dimension, depth, value, and a unique perspective against a beautiful, subdued twilight sky. Mystery and suspense created by their strength and enhancement as the eye focuses upon it. Both cloud variations and silhouette shapes add amazing dramatic affects, creating mood and imagery to twilight colors. A unique story told without words or text. The Creator’s artistic expression captured through a camera lens, and its impact felt by the world’s inhabitants.
Every photograph has a passionate story to convey, a narrative hidden beneath the ever present subtle twilight afterglows of emotions and thoughts. The January coastal evening walk was a vivid reminder of the One whose ways are higher than ours and whose thoughts incomprehensible. It was a bitter, lonely, cold evening at Florida’s St. Joseph Peninsula State Park. The blustery bone-chilling weather twisted around you like a serpent, stinging uncovered flesh.
Yearning for someone to capture my photograph before the brilliant backdrop faded, I reluctantly meandered towards the tent campsite, brokenhearted. Deserted earlier by an extremely cold spouse, the freezing return trekked alone.
My mindset unknown to the sensitive gentleman walking in front of me, he suddenly spun around and blurted, “Would you like me to take your picture?” I consented. The photograph above a chapter in an open book now read by many.