This weekend we had a pretty crazy storm go through Clovis. Rain and hail thundered on the roof, although somehow my wee girl still slept through it. A ‘creek’ materialized behind my back yard, where only grass used to be. And the golf ball sized hail plopped loudly into the new creek and bounced high on the wet grass. Thankfully, we didn’t suffer any damage from the hail.
But, I was still annoyed with the storm. It had ‘messed up’ my plans for some evening documentary photography. My favorite time to shoot is just before the sun goes down. But the storm had chased the sun away. Sometimes I do go out even if it’s raining, but not when I have Evey in tow. Miraculously though, the rain and looming clouds cleared up just before sunset. So I snatched up my camera and hurried Evey into the car before the light disappeared.
Honestly I didn’t really know what I was driving around looking for. Most of the time I just mosey around Clovis until something catches my eye. But I couldn’t mosey this time. I was racing the sunset and the death of that beautiful golden light. I love some good back-lighting, so I took the streets in Clovis that could bring me towards the light, and the older parts of Clovis.
It probably sound ridiculous to actual adrenaline junkies, but I get such exhilaration from racing the sunset. I know I’m not racing anyone to a finish line in the earning for some prize, but instead I’m competing against Mother Nature herself. I’ve been in photography long enough to know how fast the lighting changes, how the colors shift, and how the shadows creep. And the setting at each sunset is different, due to season, weather, or even our own building construction or destruction. My race is to document that fleeting moment of unique golden light, before it’s gone for good.