The other day I was taking care of the kids when I noticed fire in the sky. Not literally. What I mean is that the sunset was glorious. But it was too late for me to find a good vantage point with a view of the bay, mountains, or bridge.
Sometimes the role of being a parent seems in conflict with that of photographer. Particularly when there is a great sunset.
So what to do? It may seem obvious, but the kids come first. No matter what. And I am so thankful for them, and in love with them (even though they sometimes drive me crazy), that I will miss any number of sunsets to be with them. Furthermore, there’s always another sunset!
What makes figuring out the logistics of sunsets and childcare a little difficult around here is the logic of the appearance of sunset. From a photographer’s viewpoint, the best sunsets come when there are clouds. When there are clouds, you’ll never know until the last minute whether it will be a complete dud, with the sun sinking without a trace into the cloud bank, or whether it might be spectacular. A judgment call a half hour beforehand in these conditions is quite likely to be wrong.
Anyhow, with this sunset, I crept out and up onto our roof for a few minutes. As you can see, it is not quite an all encompassing vista–although I do like the swirling fog on the way lower left–but perhaps the colors of the sky make up for it!