Slacker-rise

There's a somewhat unwritten rule pertaining to fog at the Golden Gate Bridge that low fog never occurs two days in a row. Well, never say "never"! Almost every day for a week I woke up at 5am to check the fog and either go back to bed or drive up to San Francisco. This particular morning was the second one in a row that I hopped in the car and met Alan in San Francisco. The previous morning I witnessed a much lower fog from Hawk Hill. On this morning, by the time I crossed the bridge, Alan had already warned me that the fog was both a bit high and also really nice. I parked my car, still immersed in fog, threw on a number of layers of warm clothes, and began the huff up the half mile hike to the top of Slacker Hill. It was interesting to watch the fog disappear and the temperature rise about 15° as I walked. Off came the layers. The fog rose and fell slightly as the sun rose but it stayed near the tops of the two Golden Gate Bridge towers. It was slightly higher than I would have liked but the clouds in the sky kept my hopes up for a beautiful morning. Sure enough, Mama Nature did not disappoint. At twilight the clouds began to glow pink and orange and as the sun got higher in the sky the clouds bursted with pink and red color. I came home with so many photos I was happy with that I didn't even know where to begin! I chose this photo from earlier in the morning because of a couple of reasons: First, the glow in the fog was still fairly prominent. This was also about as low as the fog got and you can get a bigger glimpse of the two bridge towers and the city hiding in the background. Some color had started streaking into the sky but a couple of stars can still be seen in the upper right. A car and a biker made their way up Conzelman Rd as my shutter remained open for this 20 second exposure. It was a beautiful morning spent with Alan Chan, Jared Ropelato, Joe Azure, Jim Patterson, John Harrison and a number of other photographers. The saddest part of the morning

Shrouded

I thought I would post something a little different ... and perhaps surpassing today. Despite having a number of fairly "epic" photos in my queue I wanted to touch on a topic that I've been thinking a lot about lately. All too often I find that we landscape photographers get numbed by the amazing beauty we see every day. We see so many beautiful sunrises, amazing landscapes and stunning vistas that we forget about the lesser but still beautiful scenes. In our search to find the "perfect" scene we tune out all the other beautiful things we see. What may be a beautiful sunrise to most we consider "boring" if there wasn't a burn with huge textured pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows in the sky. If the fog is too high we call it "skunked". If the clouds only have color in one part of the sky we say that it's dull. Sometimes we get so caught up in capturing the "perfect" photo that we end up focusing solely on the bad parts of the image. So what if the lower right of the image is boring, as long as the remaining 3/4 of the photo is still beautiful? So what if the fog was a bit high today? And so what if the photographer super saturated the sky to make it more colorful? Perfection in landscape photographer is rare -- if it ever occurs. We are not studio photographers - there are forces we cannot control and we should not overly criticize photos because Mama Nature didn't answer our phone call (but please, feel free to provide constructive criticism on my photos)! On this particular morning there could have been a number of things "more perfect". The fog was higher than I would have liked. Cars only drove up to Marin Headlands; none drove down to give me beautiful red taillights in my photos. The deck of the Golden Gate Bridge wasn't visible and the glow of the lights in the fog was minimal. San Francisco was barely visible and a huge dark black hill sat in the middle of my photo wasting tons and tons of pixels. But there were high clouds and high hopes. What I came home with wasn't perfect but it *was* a great morning. I shared the beautiful sunrise with a number of photographers, several of which I call my friends even though we only hang out for an hour when we randomly show up at the same spot. I witnessed the fog roll up and down. I avoided work. I had a nice hike. I enjoyed a wonderful pink and purple sunrise. And I came home with so many photos I was excited about that I didn't even know where to start! At one point I looked to my right and saw the fog shrouding one of our other favorite spots to photograph the fog, Hawk Hill, and the pink clouds start streaking towards it. I temporary gave up on shooting the Golden Gate Bridge and took a couple photos of the fogged in hill. Sure the right portion of the sky is boring and there's a big empty spot in the lower right that has no subject, but it's the *rest* of the photo that I wanted to show you all. And it's the feeling that I felt while up here that I hope you get when you look at this hill, isolated in a sea of fog. And sure enough, a couple minutes later the other photographers thought I was onto something because before I knew it everyone was running with tripods to take a few snaps of their own! Nikon D800 w/Nikkor 24-70mm f/2.8 ED-IF AF-S: 38mm, f/5, 0.5 sec, ISO 100