The Dimming of the Day, a set on Flickr.
Via Flickr:
I'm blessed and fortunate to have such beautiful scenes to photograph, literally right outside my backdoor. What the Carolina Low Country lacks in visually dramatic topography, such as hills and mountains, it more than makes up for it with hauntingly beautiful sunsets over the wide expanse of estuaries and tidelands. Where land meets sea there's a primordial energy that entraps and entrances the creative soul. The experience here at sunset and dusk goes beyond the mere visual aesthetics of a well-composed landscape. The lingering light of the setting sun and the softness that follows ebbs gently from the tiniest of details of life in the marshland. From the curving shadows and faint hues of sea grass in moonlight to the weathered texture of the old wood on the dock to the toothy smile of exposed oyster beds at low tide. Life slows to an almost standstill at this time of day and to those who notice, the early evening sky becomes almost like a prayer set to light, shape and color. Just before the appearance of night's first stars a final farewell comes in the calls of gull, heron and egret on the flight of their evening commute to rest and roost.
Via Flickr:
I'm blessed and fortunate to have such beautiful scenes to photograph, literally right outside my backdoor. What the Carolina Low Country lacks in visually dramatic topography, such as hills and mountains, it more than makes up for it with hauntingly beautiful sunsets over the wide expanse of estuaries and tidelands. Where land meets sea there's a primordial energy that entraps and entrances the creative soul. The experience here at sunset and dusk goes beyond the mere visual aesthetics of a well-composed landscape. The lingering light of the setting sun and the softness that follows ebbs gently from the tiniest of details of life in the marshland. From the curving shadows and faint hues of sea grass in moonlight to the weathered texture of the old wood on the dock to the toothy smile of exposed oyster beds at low tide. Life slows to an almost standstill at this time of day and to those who notice, the early evening sky becomes almost like a prayer set to light, shape and color. Just before the appearance of night's first stars a final farewell comes in the calls of gull, heron and egret on the flight of their evening commute to rest and roost.
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