I’ll try to keep the whining to a minimum lest we call the wambulance. But man! It feels like forever since I’ve managed to catch up with some potent light come sundown. Between life, cloud-outs, a protracted winter and just a whole bunch of bad timing this has to be the longest photo drought in my three plus years of shooting. The last six weeks have been rough, man.
Fighting the temptation to nap it out I opted to roll the dice on the still cloudy skies and head south toward Great Bay Boulevard. This decision paid off in spades. I had parting clouds, low tide with dead calm water and plenty of pretty pastels. Everything was ideal. I was back in my element. Me, my camera and the sky.