Sometimes a weekend in a new place with a camera in hand leads to some creative inspiration for the week ahead. Around 6pm on Saturday evening I was sitting in the shade under a tree enjoying the fresh air and breeze when I looked up and the light had changed. It became the magic hour, the time of day the light takes on just the right warmth and strength to make the world seem a'glow through the camera lens and cast perfect shadows. The light was dancing.
When the light comes, you've got to be prepared to take advantage of it.