I looked outside just before sunset and said, "Honey, let's run down to the port and shoot a photo!" Well, you know me - about 134 frames later, I came up with something. Luckily, she got a chocolate ice cream and rather than being bored and impatient with me, she said "No worries - I'm golden".
I'm pretty sure that's why photographers call it Golden Hour.
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