“If you’re going to San Francisco, be sure to stop in central Oregon.”
I found myself searching for an image while driving through Oregon with my mom, on our way to San Francisco. In a panic (because the sun was quickly disappearing on the horizon) we went down towards a lake in hopes that something would pop out at me. We got up the hill and out of the corner of my eye I saw it. I had to stop and setup right there. I knew that I wasn’t working with a lot of time so I quickly got my camera setup and I had just enough time to take a total of two images before the light faded and the impressive scene before me was erased. I am thankful I was there in time to capture it at it’s climax.
I was determined to come up with a name for this photo that spoke to the fact that these scenes are truly painted by Mother Nature, and that not one of them will ever be the same again. But also, that my mother was standing right next to me while I frantically shot this amazing scene.