Light! Camera! Composition!
These last 2 shots were taken as we entered Waimea canyon. The light was harsh and hazy along the coast and I was lamenting the light. As we wound north I could see dramatic dark clouds looming up ahead. On my bitching, my wife asked, “when will the light be good?” Peering ahead I said, “in two miles”. Amazingly, just as we made the junction where the clouds were dark and puffy to where there was an abrupt transition to clear haze I saw this red volcanic clay soil and what looked like a moonscape. Some plants and dead trees along with this falling little stream seemed like an ideal place. My subjects before me were intermittently lit by strong light but the background showed dark gray clouds about to burst. I loved this light. I had everything given to me. My job was to find the composition. I tried. My biggest problem was that I needed a little bucket lift that could move me where I wanted. I was limited to where I could stand and move with my feet – which due to the topography limited me more. But I needed to be higher, a little left, a little right, a little where I couldn’t get. I got close but just couldn’t find a sweet spot. A better photographer could have really nailed this.