This is the magic hour, the time of day that most photographers will wait patiently for. They say the light is at its best during this time, and you know what, they’re not wrong.
Oh his way home, he called me to tell me that the sky was beautiful and that I should go out to the cliff top to watch the sun setting. I left the house and headed down towards the beach. He pulled up in his car and gave a lift for the remaining journey down there. By this time, the sky had turned a shade of pink that can best be likened to candy floss.
We sat and watched the sky together as it turned every shade of wonderful. It was truly beautiful.
the world according to mincey strider 