We all like warmth, recalling shivering wintry days, turning the key in the car ignition, waiting for the engine to turnover. Or braving gusty wind that sweeps across Lake Champlain as I walk downtown, tucking my chin into my scarf as far as I can.
I am one of the few, perhaps, who thrive in cooler weather; late summer days are special—more so Autumn. So I was thrilled that my later ride home provided that low lighting that I associate with my favorite time of year.
I might spy someone posing on a lawn with a particular barn as back drop. A photographer clicks away, a tripod nearby for stills. There is something special about this scene that attracts those with a camera.
With the sun sinking just low enough for the right light, I stopped to find out. Now I'm just your average photographer, but when I got home and uploaded photos—wow—I understand the allure of this special place.