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.