Golden Hour

After sunrise, before sunset – you decide. The Golden Time of Day – the one Frankie Beverly and Maze sang about, that photographers endlessly try to chase and capture – casts a glow that deepens feelings. The golden hour is when the veil between everything right in front of you and the deepest recesses of your mind thins, when knowingness flows like honey from a spout. It is wheat fields and expansive plains, it is goldenrod and 24 karats, honeybees and citrine. It is wisdom, wealth and knowledge and we’re lucky to get a taste of it on every sunny day. When clouds come in to cover, get in the zone with treasures in every shade of yellow and gold.