The Blue Hour
One of the wonderful things about winter is the Blue Hour.
This is the time after sunset but just before it gets black-dark when there's a lot of snow on the ground and in the trees.
The sky is a dark, glowing blue---and so is the landscape---for about 10 minutes. (So it's not a real hour but that's what I call it.) Some early stars are often out already. And it's often quiet, very quiet.
There's also sometimes a Purple Hour when the post-sunset sky lingers in rosiness, turning the world a dark, luminous, bluish purple.
We keep our holiday lights glowing in the night after the holidays as a way to celebrate winter snow and the special night skies of winter. They are also our way of taking a stand against the overlong hours of darkness.
Here's a photo of the Blue Hour taken by iBOB Addison Wilhite---only he took his photo in the morning while riding his bike in such "bad" weather. A rare and special treat---of the sort which seems to happen quite frequently, actually, to those who spend time outside every day. There's always SOMETHING happening out there, isn't there!