March 2008, the first time I ever went out shooting without my constant partner, my son Sammy. I didn’t know what to do with myself. How do you line up a shot without first making sure the ever curious toddler isn’t trying to follow a grasshopper into a pond or over a cliff. Time. I never knew what it was like to actually have time to shoot, to look through the viewfinder without the worry about whats going on just off to the left, or right, or suddenly there is a hand and part of a head creeping into that same viewfinder. Not having to answer a question like, “Dada, why is that snake looking at you”, then screaming like a little girl and running at top speed, hyperventilating, blacking out, then running at top speed back to grab your child and continue running at top speed as far away from the stick that your son thought was a snake.
Luckily, the weather rolled in, and rolled in big and grabbed my attention and focus. I didn’t own a tripod at the time, and that would have really been an asset on this particular evening, I still shot oblivious to that fact. I had a ton of shots that, to put it in a good light, totally sucked. We get a ton of good clouds almost year round in Prescott, but honestly, this night was something else. I’ve been chasing weather like this ever since. This was the night I became addicted to sunsets and clouds, and I’ve found a lot of good ones, but the truth is I’ve never seen a night like this since. In the process of shooting that night, I noticed I was crouching and finding odd angles that I don’t think a lot of beginners look for. I realized that this was directly related to trying to shoot my son a million times in these parks and lakes(most of which I didn’t know existed until I had him). While I missed having him there, I realized that he had actually been there the whole time.