Golden hour

It was fitting to have a strange golden cast blanket the scenery outside the window overlooking 1st Avenue early Friday evening.



Fitting in that the day before, celebs with golden-like stature died, like, Michael Jackson and Farah Fawcett to name a couple.



It was also fitting to take pictures of this fitting fleeting moment. The glow went from green, yellow then orange before I was finally able to take the camera out of my bag. Everyone at the bar remarked how strange the light was. "It's like what you see when you are wearing sunglasses," the bartender remarked.



It was the same color outside. Orange... or golden... or the color of beer... this must be why people in film call this time, "Golden hour," I thought to myself.

After a couple of more picture, I put the camera down and continued drinking. I know what to post this weekend, I thought as I slowly chugged my beer. I can call it "Golden hour" because the picture is gold, the beer is cold, and so is the hour. Meanwhile, the bar was playing Michael Jackson's music one after another and this made everything even seem more surreal.



After finally drinking enough beer, jack and cokes and gin and tonics, I remembered to get out of the bar and make my way home. Along the way, was the cutest dog I had ever seen. So, it was very hard to pass up the photo op.



The funniest thing was that this dog after seeing me take my camera out immediately started posing. It was as if the dog knew what a camera looks like. After a couple clicks here, the dog would change his/her pose. Finally, I got one in focus. Thanks, dog.



It was then time to go to the underground.