The past couple of weeks have been quite busy. This week in particular is proving to be really rough. I’ve been itching to blog more and I’ve really been yearning to get out to take some sunset/evening photos of the San Francisco bay area. Unfortunately I’ve been burning the midnight oil and have been unable to get out to squeeze in some photography.
This evening was particularly heart breaking as weather conditions in the area were perfect forcing the fog layer down low and allowing for the late evening sunlight to filter over the fog bank. This of course translated to ideal conditions to photograph the top of the Golden Gate Bridge peeking through fog. In all my years here in San Francisco I’ve yet to successfully photograph this. It was painful to get home, see these conditions and realize that I’d never make it to the Marin Headlands in time to capture this scene.
In a bad mood I had to remind myself of some baseball philosophy. Whether dealing with a batting slump, a pitcher giving up the go-ahead run, or being on a team that gets blown out in a game… “you have to have a real short memory”. What’s true for baseball is true for photographers. There’s no point in dwelling on missed opportunities, you can only look forward to the next. It sure is easier said than done. I wish I could have gone back in time to leave work earlier to get that shot. C’est la vie!
[tags]photography, San Francisco, philosophy, missed, opportunities[/tags]
It’s time to go full-time pro Jim. 🙂 Don’t feel so bad, it took me five years to get that shot. In fact it even took five years to see a sunset of the GGB from up there w/o getting totally fogged in.
my real goal actually has been to photograph a sunrise with low fog up there. of course that hasn’t happened yet…
I’m feeling like a tormented photographer at the moment as well. Let’s start a new Flickr group for therapy.
LOL Richard… I’m sure a support group on Flickr would prove to be quite large. Photography is like fishing in that there’s always “the one that got away” stories.
when you are stuck in a rat race, it’s more like a “life that got away.”