A couple of nights ago, my husband Clif took these pictures after our twilight bike ride. He’s been taking pictures since he was a teenager and is a very accomplished photographer. (All right. I know I’m prejudiced. But he is.) I’ve only recently begun taking pictures, and he’s helped me a lot.
Anyway, these pictures catch the lovely light of dusk—the gloaming—by the lake.
Notes From the Hinterland 
He is very good indeed, love this!
Thanks, Johanna!
Very nice – do you swim there?
Alas, we do not swim anymore. I don’t know why. We both loved swimming as children, and we swam with our own children. But somehow we just don’t care to swim nowadays. But we so enjoy watching others do so 😉
It has to be REALLY hot for me to swim, but on those scorching days, a cool dip is welcome relief. (My neighbor has a pool. 😉 )
You are right–his photos are gorgeous. Isn’t gloaming a lovely word?
Thanks, Brenda. Yes, gloaming is a lovely word with an old-fashioned sound.
These pictures are fab, and I love your use of that word ‘gloaming’.
Thanks, Cynthia. Gloaming is such a lovely, old-fashioned word.
As the others have noted – these are beautiful pictures. They really capture that magical time of day, the summer evenings by the water.
Thanks, Carina! We are lucky to live in such a lovely town.