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Driving home on the interstate at golden hour sounds romantic, until you realize you are driving directly into the glariest sunset of the year. You can’t see the lines on the road. You can’t see the exit ramp. You are squinting so hard your face hurts. Your windshield visor becomes a tiny, useless postage stamp against the nuclear blast of light.

Suddenly, my $1,500 monitor looked like a cheap, cracked mirror from a 1980s arcade. The glare was so intense I could see my own confused eyebrows floating over the timeline of my project. That was it. That was the glariest reflection I have ever encountered. glariest

The sun isn't just bright. It is aggressive. It is the glariest light of the afternoon. Driving home on the interstate at golden hour

A museum with bad lighting? A car windshield at sunrise? Tell me I’m not alone in squinting at the sky. You are squinting so hard your face hurts