How it began (Part 1)

During my childhood, Fall days were special.  They not only predicted cooler and less humid times ahead, but sometimes, towards the end of a day, I would stop and notice the elegant and delicate streaming of light through trees and across landscapes.  The light was exquisite as it cast its soft shadows. If you look closely, you could see individual streams as they make their way through the trees.  For me, it has a palpable and delicate quality that can almost be felt.  It fascinated me in ways I did not understand until much later.  In photography, this afternoon time just before sunset, is called the “golden hour".  It refers to the quality of light during this time of day in any season, and for me, Fall light is golden hour times ten. 



Nick Prince