There is a moment when the light starts to change color, an hour before sunset or so. It is the moment that my dogs and I tune into. It is the time when they must come in for the night.
The mountain lion is nocturnal, and she comes out to hunt. Dogs are easy targets, and I have lost my share. But with this pack the rules are sacrosanct, and revolve around the changing of the light.
Here, I had two dogs with me, the others were already inside. It is another time of light changes, much later than what we heed, but it yielded a blessed photo, so different from what others see. I could have focused on the cliffs, as most would do, or I could make the silhouette the focus, which is what I did.