‘The hour between the dog and the wolf’ –‘l’heure entre chien et loup’ – a French saying since the Middle Ages. The Scots call it the gloaming. In film we call it the magic hour. A time of deception. Is it a dog? Is it a wolf? Who can you trust? I took these photos on this soft night.
There’s something reassuring when the evening star peeks out, and lights begin to glow. And sometimes the sky has one last whisper of light. Before darkness rolls in.
It’s my favourite time of day. A glass of wine awaits, and the promise of catching up over dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow. Ps: You might like to like my Facebook author page @annturnerauthor