the magic hour

coming home from france is always bittersweet. i long for the familiarity of those dirt roads and the wind swept grass.

the perfect way to take in the countryside's unfolding beauty is by strolling as the sun goes down. i love the way the setting sun peeks through the trees - and then when you suddenly find yourself in a clearing - the majestic colors and contrast sweep you in as if giving you a giant hug.

the overwhelming beauty of it all.