It started with the Weather.
Menopausal Mother Nature decided to give us a little bit of everything that day - starting with snow. Her hot flash spells continued throughout most of the day. We had snow, sun, rain, sun, snow, sun, rain, sun, thunderstorm, sleet, sun, rain and then it all cleared up for sunset. It was a hot flash and then cold kind of day.
With only spells of blue skies and sun we had to be quick in taking a photographer before the clouds blocked the light again.
Diffused light is often a welcome to photography, but most of that day it was either flat or harsh. When the clouds blocked the light, it robbed us of the vibrant colors that was part of our landscape pallet.
When the sun would peek out, it was sometimes too harsh and parts of the scene would blow out.
We returned to the Painted Hills an hour and half before sunset. The storms had passed and the weather had simmered into a lovely evening allowing the light to be more ideal and cooperative. Photographers lined up, surrounding the hills, all waiting for those final moments of light and clarity.
Lighting is one of the biggest challenges we face as photographers. When it's just perfect we blame it on the light, and when it's not cooperating we blame it on the light.
When a photographer only has a moment of time, we work with what we are given, and with some patience (and sometimes a little experience) we can always capture an image that usually exceeds our expectations.
All in all, that day in the Painted Hills turned out to be great fun, a wonderful experience, and we were lucky to get some pretty darn good images to top it off.