The solitary hours between dusk and dawn.
To capture the Milky Way as it arches across the sky or the planets falling into the twilight while trying to convey the emotion of that moment in time to the viewer, is a challenge that never ceases. Almost 3 years ago, I moved from the rolling green hills of the Central West, NSW – the place where fog is born, and where the icy dawn was my companion for many days. The night sky there was the darkest I’ve ever experienced, and in the silence, the Sagittarius Arm fell like diamonds and stardust across the landscape.
The memory of frozen hands has travelled with me to warmer climes in Jervis Bay on the South Coast of NSW where the soundtrack of my life has been the rhythmic movement of the ocean after the sun has gone, or well before it rises – often lapping at my feet on some half seen moss covered rock platform, or the shoreline – while overhead star cities fill the sky.
And also … that special time before sunrise and after sunset, when the land and seascape is painted with blues, reds and orange – the Twilights.