Did you ever watch David Lynch's TV series, Twin Peaks? The theme tune to that programme had a certain mood to it -- a swooning, early-evening feel that is best captured by that ugly word, "crepuscular". The French expression entre chien et loup ("between dog and wolf") is used to refer to the moment of transition at twilight, and there is no English equivalent that captures so well that liminal, dangerous, but exciting feeling.
It's not an easy time of day to photograph: sunsets are best avoided, both for technical reasons and reasons of taste, and a good crepuscular sky is rarely accompanied by a suitably-illuminated landscape. Getting up high can make all the difference. This view from Old Winchester Hill is always worth a 40 minute drive on a winter's afternoon:
But for most of us, that time of day is an urban experience. Bus stations always seem particularly crepuscular:
But it's a feeling, as much as anything, and feelings are sometimes best rendered in an impressionistic way (even if only accidentally, as here):
I swear, one day I will learn to use a tripod...
The post title, in case you don't recognise it, is a piece by Thelonious Monk, King of the Hats.