The golden hour....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is a magical time on some dusk evenings when the sun decides to throw a golden light upon the earth.  It is as if a stage is readied and an invisible curtain rises to meet the bluest of skies while revealing a secret glow that only God can use to paint and create exquisite masterpieces.   Such was tonight, and then the golden ball rested, snuggled between layers of puffy jade clouds.  Some moments are meant to be savored...


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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