El Nido, Philippines – It was amazing how fast it set, the sun.
My back was to the shore as I wound my way through coconut treed lawn of the Dolarog. It was dark inside our hut, but an orange glare of light on a polished teak table drew my eye back out to the water.
Shutter bugs will know the ache that shot through my heart as I realized I was about to miss one of the more glorious sunsets of the year. I don’t know what it is about the way we’re wired, but there’s something about that golden-hour, that 3200 Kelvin range, that resonates a deep call of eternity within the artistic soul. It’s undeniably real, almost physical.
Another time I might have just sat back and basked in the moment, but I really wanted to capture this one, so I dug through my bag for a wide angle and galloped back to the beach flicking switch and spinning dials to rough in an exposure on the way.
The colours peaked for only a moment and looking back now, I know the exposure wasn’t perfect; but as for the moment… that’s another thing altogether.
Self-isolating in a customized van, Craig and Lib head out across Canada’s glaciated mountains, sprawling plains and rocky shields of lake-pocked landscape to film lessons