Well, winter has officially arrived, but before we say farewell to fall, I thought I’d share a few of the final photos I took this past season.
These were all taken three days ago, during what photographers call “the golden hour” – which can either be the first or the last hour of daylight. On a side note, when I first started taking pictures I could never remember this simple phrase, so hubby and I took to calling it all sorts of things – like “the beguiling hour” or “the enchanting hour” or even “the bewitching hour.”
So, how about I share pictures of three different birds that stopped by as the sun was setting and we’ll have a bit of a bird beauty contest.
First up is this male Cardinal, who looks like a vibrant flame of feathers set against a butterscotch background. Isn’t he gorgeous?
Then there is the bad-bird-bully of the backyard, the American Robin. Although his behavior is ill-mannered and rude, the rich tones of this resident rogue are the epitome of autumn.
And last, the littlest golden hour poser, a radiant male Pine Warbler highlighted by the sun’s rays. First he stopped in for a drink…
…and then he nibbled on some Bark Butter.
So, which of these birds shall we declare the winner of the bewitching, beguiling, enchanting, golden hour picture posing award?