Good things come to those who wait, and it is after the sun has disappeared beneath the horizon and most folks have packed up and have started heading home that the fun really starts and the magic begins. The twilight afterglow. The blue hour, that ephemeral sliver of time when the sky, the land and the sea are awash in surreal magentas and pinks that gradually fade to purples and blues.
This shot was taken on the west coast of India, on a rocky outcrop at the edge of the Arabian Sea.
