LIGHT. Therein lies a factor that can make or break a photo.
Any student of photography covets the golden hour, that time around sunrise and sunset when light softens and sets a magical mood and tone.
Monday evening, driving to and from a friend’s rural acreage east of Faribault to gather buckets of rhubarb, moody skies and light drew me to raise my camera, to fire off a few rapid shots of the landscape.
There was no time to pause and compose, only snap through the rolled down passenger side window of the van.
Back in town, that sweet sweet light, although fading, still mingled with hovering grey skies that threatened more rain.
Again, I lifted my camera, this time shooting through the windshield, to capture a few images of this place I’ve called home for 32 years.
Historic buildings define downtown Faribault. I love this downtown for its quaintness, its history, its small town feel (although Faribault, in my opinion, is not a small town with nearly 30,000 residents).
I often wonder why locals and outsiders seem not to value this historic district with the same enthusiasm shown to similar historic Minnesota communities like Stillwater, Red Wing and Hastings, even neighboring Northfield.
Such were my thoughts during the golden hour of sunset.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling