A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
– John Muir
Saturday, November 14, 2015
To stand at the edge of the cliff as the storm was passing by was quite a rush, finally close to dark the sun peaked from behind the clouds to put on this amazing display of color. The catch was could I get far enough out to get all the color. A lot of work and sometimes a bit of danger goes into making these photos, and of course a whole lot of passion. To do this with a light meter and not your phone or HDR makes this a lot more challenging, but at the end of the day more rewarding to the craft.