After I took several shots of that boat in the marina that's pictured in the previous photo's I turned around and looked up at the western sky behind me. One thing landscape photographers are familiar with is how a dull looking sky can change into a colorful one in a matter of moments as the sun starts to sink below the horizon, and now the grey flat sky had been replaced with a beautiful pastel one. Visually the western bay was totally blocked off from my view by the marina and the road and parking lot between me and the cliff side, so I had no way to see from this spot what it looked like, but it was obvious this change in lighting would have a dramatic effect on it.
Now this lighting does not typically last all that long, and on top of that changes, not by the minute, but the second. As such, I had no time to tell Ricia where I was going.
Up to this point while we were not side by side taking pictures, I had at least for the most part stayed within eyesight of her, and I know she saw me walk down the long ramp to the marina to take pictures. Plopping my bag of polarizing filters into her hands first as the lighting was too flat to need them.
I wasn't concerned leaving her to herself so abruptly, because I knew she was going to have a good time yakking it up with some of the local fisherman. The list of things I like about Ricia run the length of your arm, and her ability to get total strangers to stop and converse with her at the drop of a hat would serve me well here, as now I could put all my attention on capturing the fast changing colors assuming I could get back over to the cliff side some 200 yards away in time.
Jumping into a quick gallop I raced back up the ramp then out the marina, across the parking lot, the down the rocky cliff side to the waters edge, where I had taken my dull flat pictures 20 minutes before. And as I guessed the change was significant.
While the colors were still a bit muted, the grey sky and colorful sunset combined to turn the scene into a pastel view that was quite pleasing. For the first time on the trip I felt a scene let me stretch my artistic wings, which brought a smile to my face.
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