Maybe it's just that I grew up in California, but I never saw anything special in a sunset. It was just more color where there hadn't been much variation before. This picture was taken during last spring break in Carlsbad, which is an hour south of UCI. There's a great little camping spot on some bluffs above the beach-- this was the view from my tent.
This was my first attempt at capturing the quality and feeling of light, and it turned out just as beautiful as it was when I was actually there. The light is so soft and silvery on the water-- when I look at this picture, I can feel the breeze as night rolled over our campsite, and how the special bright smell that only beaches with kelp forests nearby have wafted up to mix with the smells of our dinner. Most sunsets (in my opinion) have a very harsh quality, with jagged, intense reds and oranges, which I used to think was just the sun surviving an assassination attempt but bleeding all over the ocean. This sunset, on the other hand, couldn't have been rendered any more pastorally if Thomas Kinkade himself painted it.
This picture was the first time I had experienced true Southern California light-- away from light, dust, and smoke pollution of Los Angeles and Orange County-- and I understood why the pioneers of filmmaking chose this place to shoot movies. The light is so flattering, warm, and enveloping. It heightens every detail and truly brings meaning to the slang "golden hour."
I also had a brilliant camping trip, which may have had something to do with why I like this picture so much. May.











