What a cracking day. I knew the sun would be sliding behind the Belfast hills at about ten past eight. I knew this because last night we were out in the field without a camera, without so much as a phone even, and the light was simply delicious. So this eveing just in the door late I grabbed a camera and the puddle-hund and legged it for the field just in time to catch the last spring rays. As a photographer I've spent my working life chasing the light - chasing it around the world even, and the phrase 'the magic hour' is a slight misnomer; it's a magic ten minutes or so. And you race and shoot, and after are spent but thrilled with the chase. Just snaps so, but thought to share. This is Cully, full title Cuchulain or The Hound of Ulster. He loved it.
