The Magic Hour of Light

Hayfields, Cape Breton, Canada

In September one year, we were traveling through Cape Breton with my brother and his family. As we rounded a hill crossing the island/peninsula, I insisted he find a place to stop the car. The late afternoon light had reached the magic angle, and the rolls of wheat and fields they were in had turned golden. There is no light like it, except in the early morning hours.

This was one time when I could frame, point and shoot, being sure the camera was set for landscapes. I did use a telephoto lens to crop the frame, since we were quite a distance from the scene, and I looked for angles so the scene wouldn’t look flat, and made sure the camera was level.