The last minutes of any day can produce the best light for a photographer but it also adds a degree of pressure. You know with each passing second the light is dying and if you want to get a shot it is now or never.So you run around frantically, as I was doing tonight in a dusty old graveyard in a feild in the middle of nowhere.
All my shots were below medicore except for this one. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the reflection of the setting sun on this tombstone.
So I thank you William Robinson for showing me this.
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