The idea of the golden hour is making me neurotic, it's making me go out into the cold just because it's dawn or dusk, and the feeling of how fleeting these brief windows of good light are is making me take the same pictures over and over, incrementally adding techniques, capturing other fleeting things, like trains or ice floes. Looking back, I think I've missed a lot just trying to get the light just right over the hills, but I still haven't gotten it, so I'm back out there again.
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