Saturday evening was beautiful here. As the sun set, the sky faded from vibrant blue to an ethereal purple, lavender, fuchsia, gold and orange swirl. In the photojournalism business, we call it “magic hour” because that light is unique and fleeting.
I was walking my two dogs and we were happy. The big one pulling us forward and munching every piece of sweet grass she could get her mouth on and my little one shuffling along, slowing repeatedly to sniff every fifth inch of ground beneath him. I was …