Something that I have a passion for is how the late evening sun can transform a landscape with an incredible glow- I am always chasing after this brief moment. When I was a child, I remember being particularly attracted by the visual image of these lines from the poem "Nod" by Walter de la Mare:
"His drowsy flock streams on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beam leans low
On Nod the shepherd's fold."
Equally as a child I empathized with the Aberdeenshire landscapes of the Scottish artist Joseph Farquharson, who totally captured this magic light, regardless of whether it became a cliche.
Because of this, I was particularly delighted when Zac, my Roving Reporter, recently showed me these images, taken when The Proclaimers were playing at the Mariposa Festival in Orilla, Ontario: