Golden Hours
There are few diversions as lovely as watching a sunset, whether it’s over the terracotta roofs of Santa Barbara and into the Pacific, behind the wind-bent trees of Big Sur silhouetted black against a blaze orange swath of sky, over the red hills of the Arizona desert, or peeking through pines in the Washington woods. Now that summer is here, we’ve been granted sunsets pushed out later in the day to savor. We’ve also been granted another unsung gift, that flipped view of a sunset, the fleeting 45 minutes or so known as golden hour. It’s when the sun drops and the angle of light goes low and soft and diffuse, and only the nectar light remains. Yes, the sky and the clouds of a sunset are stunning, but if…