Both stags have begun to roar, a sure sign we're into autumn. Drenching rain this morning eventually cleared and turned into one of those wonderful evenings so typical of this time of year in the valley. I stood on the new verandah and watched the sun inch towards the western hills. Life could be worse.
[26 March 2011, Panasonic Lumix GH1, 14–45 mm at 14 mm, ISO 400, 1/60 at f8]
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LIquid gold light.
Zhoen, the "golden hour" is a common term used by photographers to describe the light roughly half an hour each side of sunset and sunrise. Easy to see why, on evenings like this.
Kia ora Pete,
I was admiring that same light on our horoeka on the same evening from my porch. Glad for the info on the stags roaring. Finishing up a busy period in a lot of ways and feel ready to reconnect with the Ruahine, but would rather not during the roar if possible. Still have that dinner in mind when Tara and I get freed up a bit from the busyness. :)
Cheers,
Robb
Kia ora Robb. Apparently the wild stags were still quiet last weekend, so it'll be a while before the hills will be safe for the sane among us. I guess the risk of being shot is statistically very low, particularly for trampers on tracks (hunters off trail in the bush are those usually killed), but I still hate that feeling of being on edge, knowing someone always gets shot during the roar.
A friend from years back used to say get to the beach instead, and I like that approach — it might not be frolicking-in-the-sea weather now, but time on a wild coast works wonders for me.
Hope the pressure eases soon, and it'll be great to catch up with you and Tara sometime.
Gorgeous Pete. Such a wonderful view you have from your front porch.
Leonie, I agree — I'm very lucky, especially when I get evenings like this.
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