It is the time of day when everything becomes soft. The formerly blazing sun transforms into a warm blanket of light. Delicate mayflies swarm over the round rocks and ripples of the river. The sun continues its descent has the moon, a sliver of a crescent, dutifully follows. Kingbirds and Cedar Waxwings slice through the calm invisible ether. Sound dampens to just the low flowing utterances of the river.
A short time-lapse video the sun setting through the cottonwoods and over the Bitterroot River