Late yesterday afternoon, as I started toward the beach in Pacifica (just south of San Francisco), I noticed that the beautiful puffy clouds that floated over San Francisco throughout the day had all but disappeared. My first thought was that the sunset wouldn’t be as dramatic as I had hoped.
But when I arrived at my intended destination, I stopped in my tracks and stared… what you see in this image is what my gut told me was something special to behold. The motion of the storm blown seas crashing along the shore…the pier seemingly reaching toward the last bit of light…the few cloud remnants filtering the setting sun.
I shook myself back to what I needed to do and rushed down to the rocks above the incoming tide and set up my equipment. Somehow, I was able to push the button.
Sometimes it’s difficult for an artist to convey what’s in their gut when they exhibit their work. I only hope I conveyed what was in mine.