Blue hour happens twice a day; immediately before sun rise, and immediately after Golden Hour and sun set. During this time the sun has taken its final bow, passing below the horizon.
In the absence of its brilliance a softer, gentler light emerges; unassuming, subtle and patient. For a brief moment its glow reflects off the atmosphere gracing all things below in etherial, supernatural beauty.
Blue Hour doesn’t last long; the morning’s gentle hues slowly emerge from the darkness – but are soon overpowered as the sun emerges – its drama dominating all things.
In the evening, blue hour brings a coolness in the air, as the sun’s rays recede, then fade to twilight, then darkness. Stars emerge and the point of demarcation softly slides away.
Blue hour has no definitive beginning nor end, and by God’s grace, happens every day.
Blue Hour is my favorite time to photograph. It’s the time when the drama is over and others have packed up. Often during this time one is free to simply wander, explore and shoot in peaceful evening light.
That’s what I want for you when you read Blue Hour Journal; to be able to visually wander in peace and explore the destinations I’m so fortunate to visit.
Beyond that, my ultimate hope is to inspire Blue Hour Journal readers to explore your wild areas where ever you are in the world; to wander, shoot and dream.