Every photographer knows that the hour or so before sunset is a “golden hour” for taking photos. The slanted beams of the setting sun fall at a magic angle that makes everything seem to glow from within.
Today I got to take a walk at golden hour in what is also a golden month. In November, here, the foliage of the autumn trees is mostly gold, amber, and honey. So, to walk in the golden hour in November is to walk among the dark giants of forest trunks set against the dazzling topaz of leaves and cerulean autumn sky.
A few shots of my stroll around Annmarie Garden: