The Golden Hour (almost wordless)

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The light almost seems like honey, dripping all over with an otherworldly glow. Flowers and plants dance in soft, irregular gusts of wind as you walk across the grass, which is glinting in an almost wink-like way.

This is awe. This is beauty.

This is the Golden Hour.

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