The last light of the day has always been my motivator for capturing portraits. When I first picked up a camera to take photographs of my family, six years ago, it was always just before the sun went down. I have extremely fond memories of playing in the street, barefooted and absolutely no clue what I was doing. My siblings always obliged as models. They were did it for days and days. We would wait until the sun would peek through the trees, nice and low, and we would shoot away.
Today, those photographs from all those years ago are technically quite hideous. They were taken before I had any concept of manual mode and all that had to entail. But, they are still portraits of my loved ones so I have never quite actually come to hitting "delete." Plus they remind me of where my love for portraiture began.
Like the first light of the day, the last is calm and peaceful. Pair that with my (almost sixteen year old???) sister, and you've got yourself a dream team.
Hoping you have had a wonderful start to your week. Tomorrow take a moment to enjoy that wondrous last hour of light.