The subdued honey tones of twilight.
There’s something peaceful in the dulcet tones of twilight. The sun laying itself to rest after a hard day’s work, draining the color from the sky while a slow and creeping darkness fills the void. Night comes alive in subtitle and invisible sounds that are present but just outside of comprehension. Audible but not heard, like the words stuck to the tip of your tongue. Imbuing the world with a faded and subdued sense of calm twilight can be so easily overlooked or ignored. For me it the slow order of things, the very seamless and natural progression. Like actors in a play, each insect and tree and bird knows its role perfectly, and performs it nightly. The twilight’s transition is simple and smooth. I’m reminded of a Jason Schwartzman quote from “I Heart Huckabees.” In a discussion about whether or not to tear down some woodlands in order to build a shopping mall there’s this brief quip:
Albert (Schwartzman):No, I’m not. I’m talking about not covering every square inch with houses and strip malls until you can’t remember what happens when you stand in a meadow at dusk.
Bret: What happens in the meadow at dusk?
Photography refers to it as the golden hour, and as someone who often shoots during sunset I can attest to this accurate naming, however there is a short time after the sun sinks below the horizon, while still radiating it’s last breath skyward, that offers up some of the most fragile and delicate light I have shot in. I used a landscape setting on my camera when I shot these, which emphasizes the blues and greens, next I really brought the colors out in post by increasing the saturation (very slightly, like less that 5%) via a Lomo filter. These were all shot the same day, with the cityscape being significantly later than the rest.
Camera: Nikon D3100, 18-55mm lens