The last hour of daylight often turns the mundane into the extraordinary. I was pumping gas near I-5 somewhere in the Central Valley when I noticed other several other people pointing to the sky. I stopped pumping and grabbed my camera. This is one of my favorite “golden hour” shots, taken at a place where people are simply passing through.
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My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close. View more posts