The Perfect Sunset
It’s not often that I get to photograph the perfect sunset. You see nature has a way of conspiring so these things rarely happen, which is exactly why they’re so very precious. A rather unique confluence of events has to unfold at exactly the right time & exactly the right conditions -> you want some clouds which are just so, not too straight and not too thick, but with some interesting texture to make the background…you want light and color-play so the angles work out just right to where sun’s last light will curve & erupt into brilliant reds & oranges…you want some foreground action, preferably natural features (for perspective)….and believe it or not sometimes you even want haze since it gives those reds a more impressive hue. Most of all you don’t want dense fog and you don’t want purely clear skies either.
It almost never happens…
I’ve been planning the perfect sunset for months, something every photographer does of course. I sit on my lazy backside on the couch after a hard day at “work” and dream of the event, imagining myself on the beach at just the right time and just the right moment snapping shot after effortless shot. Of course getting from said couch to said place at said time rarely ever happens. So, I merely imagine the possibility and plan that tomorrow will be the day…
Good thing I have friends, locals in the know if you will, who have a gut feel for when such perfect times will emerge. And even better they have the persuasion to get me off my butt and get out there. So, when Gunta finally convinced me to get out for a sunset shoot-out I was happy to tag along. Just before 7pm Pooch and I bagged up the big camera bag, loaded in the car and headed out to the sea stacks at Coquille Point just 10 mins away for the big event.
Almost as soon as I arrived I knew this was the day. The suns’ colors were already running long on the beach draping a warm blanket over the our entire view. It was low tide (amazingly) which meant the sand was textured and reflective with the glorious sea stacks lit up in the foreground ready to pose for our cameras. And then the final touch…it was just a tad hazy, undoubtedly from the massive wildfires burning to the East which, sad as they are, muted the colors and gave them a deeper glow. Oh man, this was going to be good!
While Polly and Sissy chased and played on the beach, Gunta and I got “in the zone” photographing, capturing, oooohing & aaaahing at the changes in our view finders. As time passed the beach went from warm yellows to deeper oranges, highlighting each move with dramatically crashing waves amidst the stoic rocks. We walked and stopped and clicked away barely chatting over our complete absorption in the event. In the very final moments the sun shimmered deep red and sank into the ocean looking almost alive in its final goodbye, and for several minutes thereafter the sky reflected it’s passing by bursting out in a fireworks of color. What a sunset!
When I got back to the rig over 2 hours had passed and I had barely noticed it. Polly threw herself on her bed and proceeded to snore like a drunken sailor. “Is that sound coming from the dog, honey?” I plonked myself back on the couch and relived the sunset in my minds eye, thanking my lucky stars that I managed to get out and see it. ‘Twas indeed the perfect sunset and it may not happen again for a long, long time. Thank you Gunta & thank you Oregon!
P.S. Feel free to click on the pics for a larger view. Apart from some selective lightening, these pics have not been touched. All colors are original.