The wonderful thing about our experiences during the golden hours, is that the sensory is so palpable you are hard-pressed to capture the whole story through the lens. We carry these types of sensory-informed experiences as though they’re muscle memory. It doesn’t require an exquisite landscape to be able to appreciate the quieting of the earth at dusk. The sun across your neck. The warm, soft light enveloping the pupils in the eyes. For those brief golden hour moments, the world, no matter how fast the sun is setting, seems to turn more slowly. The impact of the commotion and clutter during rush hour dwindles, the noise and speed and edginess of it all recede almost entirely. It is the gift of the golden hour that can leave even the most benign, beautiful.
Robert Lipgar’s image, “Truckstop at Sunset” is a good example. We don’t expect a truck stop to illustrate the amazingness of the golden hours, and yet from this photo we can feel the warmth, sense the heaviness of the air at our feet, smell the pungency of a day’s worth of heating gas and oil hovering in the air, hear idling engines shutting off one by one, sense the activity in the diner behind us picking up, as visitors sigh, stop, stretch into a more relaxed evening. Even if we’re unfamiliar with the subject matter, our understanding of the sensory experiences attached to the golden hours is so palpable, that we’re able to fill in plenty of detail in an image, even out of ignorance.
Many thanks to Eddie Soloway for his eye in choosing a marvelous collection of golden hour images.