With the autumnal equinox and the fall back into Eastern Standard Time, our days are abbreviated. Often the end of daylight is spectacular, however, with low-slung slants of gold. A syrupy light warms faces, softens the old stone and turns filamentous in the boughs of trees before leaving a glow of rose behind Cedar Ridge above the Row and playing fields.

     It is the golden hour of heavenly light and earthly peace when the day collects itself and recharges for the rush into night. During this sliver of time these images were made.