This is my favorite photo of the sunset last night at City Beach, Whitefish, Montana.But the night didn't start off looking like this. It started off with some great clouds and good light, but the very tip of the mountain was shaded. This is what it started off as...
This first photo of the night isn't 'bad.' But it isn't anything I would normally post. I am only adding this to show the difference that 18 minutes can make.
Photography is a waiting game. You see the light, you see the clouds, you go. You find your location and you wait. In the wind, and the cold, you sit on some rock and wait and hope. You hope that as the sun continues to drop eventually it is going to strike the top of Big Mountain. And the clouds will light up with color. And you know that if you'll just wait you will have a chance at getting so incredibly lucky, or you'll get nothing but colder.
The days that are hardest are the ones when the light doesn't quite do what you need it to, and you walk away with photos that are just "meh."
Eighteen minutes. Biting cold. Shivering in the wind. The sound of the water making me feel even colder. Battling doubt as the minutes creep by and wondering, 'am I wasting my time out here?' And then at the very end of sunset the last, most colorful light, struck the top of Big Mountain and just like that — Boom! — worth it.
Absolutely and unquestionably worth the wait.
Patience is always a virtue, but that is especially true in photography. In that 18 minutes most of the people who beat me to this location packed up and left. They didn't see the finale.
I wish I could say that every time I wait and watch I get rewarded, but that isn't true. A lot of the time, I just get cold. But I always know there is this chance for pure delight. And even when I don't get it, I don't regret it. I guess the simple truth is, it's always worthwhile — photos or no — because it restores my soul.
Here are the in between photos. Enjoy.