|golden hour over wamberal and terrigal|
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Each evening, the golden light of the sun paints the trees and buildings one by one as it slips beneath the hills. Second by second the light changes, it's so beautiful, and I often find myself hypnotised by the sight. I had fun squishing Scuttles, must to her annoyance, and to pay me back she kept trying to chew my blankets, bracelets, my hair, and my top!