That Golden Hour.

Not all light is created equal, and views of the Great Outdoors change dramatically throughout the day.

Most photographers (I’m told) like the long, low rays bracketing sunrise and sunset, with some of the blue light spectrum filtered out by the greater amount of atmosphere the light passes through to reach our eyes.  These “Golden Hours” provide warmth, depth and drama, even here in Western Massachusetts where the landscapes are unremarkable.

Here’s a shot of the Deerfield river in East Charlemont, benefiting from the effects of the Golden Hour:

That’s the same spot where I caught the freight train in post-precipitation fog a little while back, and the result is entirely different (Duh! )