In the fall of 2006, I took an extended trip to the West Coast, one of my favorite places to go. I spent a few days in San Francisco, California before making my way to Lake Tahoe, Nevada for a week long's stay. The day I left San Francisco, I woke up early, early...yes, I do wake up early, usually on vacation and always for pictures...as I made my way to the Golden Gate Bridge, I made my way to Torpedo Wharf along Marine Drive and took Yellow Haze in the early morning light. Proof that I can get up early and I am sometimes a morning person, although I'm sure I wasn't vocal yet.
In typical Amy vacation fashion, I had a full day's drive ahead, packing in as much of the sights as I could. After photographing the Golden Gate Bridge...which, by the way, is NOT gold but red. I'm sure I sound ridiculous, but I was so disappointed that it was red! I never gave it any thought until I saw it, I just assumed...haha...oh well...
I'll never forget driving up the mountain to Lake Tahoe in October and smelling the evergreens in the air. A place that smells like Christmas all year long. Lovely! I got into Lake Tahoe in the afternoon. I checked into the hotel and got straight back into the car to head to the lake. A storm was moving in as the sun was going down. I drove until I found a place I could park and walk to the water's edge. The rain was coming in from the west, but hadn't reached the lake yet and to the north was a tree, silhouetted against this spectacular blue and purple sky, Stormy Lake Tahoe. Not bad for a day's work : )
I went back to this same spot on what could be considered a perfect sunny day, but it just wasn't the same. I then understood the impact of mother nature on photography and that a "perfect" sunny day is sometimes incredibly boring : )