One common mistake I observe when making sunset photographers is other people leaving the scene too early. More often than not the best color, intense drama and sunset magic happens after the sun goes down. So when you are out there shooting sunset make sure you wait for it!
Winter is disruptive to time, or at least our perception to it. Short days and long nights wreak havoc on our internal clocks sending us reeling to adjust. At times late afternoon feels like the middle of the night and the middle of the night feels like prime time. Despite the disruption, long nights give us much to enjoy—superlative sunsets not least among them.
Find yourself an oxbow lake feature set inside a salt marsh. Set your sights and your gear upon its bank. Pair this with a pastel powered sunset and watch the magic glow, casting light upon the light and reflecting all in its water.
When the sky fire comes where will you be? Home, work, or set affront the TV? Always look to the sky at sunset should nature bestow its gift of fire, alighting the sunset sky in smoldering tones. Here the photographer earns her keep, and the nature lover observes perfection. We should all be so lucky.
Sometimes it is best to step back from tack sharp landscape photography. Have some fun and dabble with the form and movement that renders color and form as if at the painted ends of a brush stroke. A little intentional motion blur from time-to-time will set your creative mind free.
Photographs capture scenes to convey narrative in a visual medium. The story can be simple and straightforward, or it can mask in layers to tell multifaceted stories. It allows the viewer to imprint their own stories shaded by beliefs and experiences to connect in a personal way. This is the beauty of photographic storytelling.
Pastels revisited. Here’s another look at the cotton candy sky show photographed on September 27, 2019. In this image we look east at sunset and see the kind of color over the marsh we would expect to see at sunrise from this vantage. Sunsets, long may you reign.
There is something in a late September sky. Rainbow colors paint the sunset with pastel clouds spun across the sky. The cotton candy gossamer is backlit by a deep royal blue. Underneath it all the salt marsh, once proud and green, begins its annual retreat toward its browned suspension of life and vigor.
The evening approaches and cotton candy clouds thread across the sky. Pastels dance upon the strings. Stoic marsh grasses stand tall while glass calm waters reflect back the sunset tableau as would a mirror.
Life is hard. Salvos of burden, stress, and let downs fire across our bows whenever they are least wanted. Some shots finding their quarry. Yet if we look to nature we can find salvation and remember the beauty of life. The strength in every sunset.