When Laura and I were first falling in love, we’d run outside every day at dusk and spin around in the street. It was the sort of activity perfect for those in the throes of new love: frivolous, unsustainable, and utterly radiant. There was something about the light when the sun had just dipped below the horizon that made this new face in my life seem its most beautiful. Something in me needed to run outside and get my newfound favorite face in the soft blue dusk light. Those few moments of transition– from day to night, work to play, sympathetic to parasympathetic, and movement to stillness– still slow me down each day. No, I don’t make my wife run outside with me every evening anymore, but I still try to take time to see the beauty of each day during its bluest hour.
Here’s Jane, one of our cameras’ favorite faces, at dusk.