Making Lemonade 2018 Utah Photo Shoot

As a teenager growing up in Los Angeles we were ambivalent about the Santa Ana Winds. They would clear the air in the LA Basin pushing it offshore where it was somebody else’s problem and for a week or two, you could see where you lived and enjoy the beautiful mountains that surrounded us. But the winds also dried out the chaparral. Dry enough that a careless motorist could start a fire by flipping a cigarette out the window. Fires are a way of life in Southern California. They’re an annual occurrence, but you don’t get used to it.

As a kid, I saw how smoke can choke the air, but I also saw a phenomenon useful to photographers, although that didn’t sink in until I was older. When heavy smoke fills the air, it filters the sun—like sunglasses. During sunsets, the sun is an orange globe and you can look directly at it. The smoky atmosphere causes beautiful orange sunsets. I don’t know if you’d call that a benefit, but they’re unusual.

After Monday’s shooting, I was processing some photos for yesterday’s blog when I glanced at the setting sun through Ritz’s window and saw an orange sun. Yesterday as I wrote, I thought about trying to capture a sunset from my teenage memories. I decided to give it a go, and at 7:45 I drove north on US 89 looking for a suitable foreground for my sunset experiment. I settled on a spot where the sun would go down behind a nice mountain—Sandy Peak. As an extra bonus, there was a huge field sprinkler spraying streams of water that would glow with the backlighting. I got out of the truck and sat by the roadside, camera in hand, and waited.

The smoke in the air must have dissipated because as the sun got lower, it didn’t get duller, although it still had a tint of orange.  I knew that I would need to wait for the sun to kiss the mountain for the shot to work. That meant shooting when the sun was most colored anyway. Then at 8:00, four children burst out of the house to my left. One got on a quad and started driving around while three girls—judging from the long dresses they wore—began running toward the sprinkler. When they got there, they turned off my sprinklers. I’m talking about one of those massive machines that you see in fields that move on wheels in a circle. I’d be afraid to touch it and these children turned it off like it was the hose in the front yard.

I thought about leaving, but the sun was inches away by then and the girls hung around the spigot so I adjusted the camera to bring up the foreground and started shooting until the sun slipped halfway behind the mountain.

Sandy Mountain Sunset
Sandy Mountain Sunset-This is my failed attempt at trying to capture an orange sunset, but the story is nice anyway.

Here is my last and best shot. The smoke wasn’t thick enough, the water wasn’t spraying, and I have live humans in my photograph, but I thought I’d share my evening with you—at no extra charge. Can you find the girls? They’re there I can assure you. Now, I can go back to shooting inanimate objects.

Until next time — jw