The insanely glorious and record-breaking-warm weather continues, and it's really putting a crimp in my productivity. About the only thing I want to do is head to the shore, drink in the last gasps of summer, and revel in the soft tones of the setting sun on the dune grasses as the light begins to fade. You can tell, at a glance, where the term "golden hour" came from, although the duration is certainly a misnomer. In truth, the best gold lasts just 15 or so minutes. I'm glad I was walking the beach at Napatree again to capture it. "Nothing gold can stay," wrote Robert Frost. True enough, but this gold, at least, can be recorded, saved, and savored.