The Golden Hour
People make a lot of the blue and golden hour in the world of nature and landscape photography and, with good reason. When I wrote my last post about the small group of people sitting and Kunjapuri, immersed in the magic of the rising sun, I felt some of that magic. The power of dawn never leaves you, and something of it stays within you.
It is the mystical power of nature that you experience.
Years Back
Years back, when I as a child, I was religious. Back in those innocent days, I became friendly with a lady down the road. This lady had an enormous statue of the God, Krishna, in her living room and I often helped her dress the statue.
Later, when I entered my teens and discovered the world of Carlos Castaneda and Don Juan, I changed. When I changed, my views on religion changed and I explored some arcane aspects of the occult world.
Then I entered my twenties and discovered Shiva, who is the most fascinating of all the Indian Gods. My journey has been tortuous – from Shiva, to atheism, to animism with a hint of Shiva. Somewhere in this journey, I discovered the joys of the golden hour–and the blue.
I will not explain all the gory details, but I hope you get a slight hint of what I am talking about.
Blue & Gold
We arrived at Kunjapuri and climbed the infinite number of steps to the temple courtyard. The sky was dark, and the sky had a hint of blue. This is the blue hour before dawn, and life stirs. It is the turning of the earth, and mystical energy seems to fill the earth and the sky. At this moment, life seems to stand still in silence and everything appears to stand in homage to the turning of the day.
Then, the sun rose, and slowly we moved from the blue hour to the golden hour. The colors of the sky and the mountain transformed and changed; a new day began.
Magic and power exist, and if we are lucky, there are moments when we will experience this power.
If we allow ourselves to respect and love nature, then maybe we will stop destroying what we have. But we can only hope.
That looks like a painting 🙂