Though in the colder months of the year “the golden hour” often seems as short as ten minutes. But here we are, not long before sunset when, between the trees and the buildings of brick, Rogers Park became a study in browns and bronze. But the glow of the gloaming is a magical light and its character is governed by season and weather.
Wait for a moment and the color drains away…
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