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With each project that I have undertaken, a new lesson has
been learned. Some of the lessons that I
took away from photo sessions revolved around being flexible, having a plan B,
C, D, etc and having fun!
At no time was that more evident than the day that I scheduled
a sunset beach maternity photoshoot.
Since I was familiar with the position of the sunset at a particular beach,
I was adamant about using that venue for the photoshoot. Although there was a high probability that we would have been surrounded and
interrupted by multitudes of beach goers, I was confident that everything would still
go my way. Why??? Because the perfect beach was located, the weather was cooperating and an appointed time was established. In a perfect world, these variables would have been the perfect recipe for a golden hour photoshoot.
Reality hit when we realized that the day was coming to an end…
only 40 minutes remained until dusk…and, the expectant mom lived several miles
away from this perfect beach. There was
no way that we would get to the designated venue in time to take advantage of
the sun’s coveted golden hour.
Plan B materialized when the expectant mom suggested that we
switch venues, and go to a beach that was within a closer proximity to her house. I wasn’t familiar with the sun’s angle in
that environment, but nonetheless, I ambivalently agreed to change beach locations. As we drove to this new venue, I became
increasingly worried, as I noticed the sun’s decent in the rear view
mirror. The expectant mom didn’t understand
why this was even an issue, because it was still daylight. As I continued to fret and chat, another
unexpected problem emerged. We missed the exit to this backup beach. At this stage, I was past the point of
concern, because I knew that it would take too long to find a quick path back
to the new venue. The sun continued diving
into the horizon…we were losing the light…there was no beach in sight… and I was
ready to throw in the towel of defeat. I came to terms with the fact that the golden
hour photoshoot would not be happening, on that day. As I continued to talk myself into giving up, the
expectant mom casually (somewhat half jokingly) mentioned that we could still
make it to the "fake beach". That’s
right, she said "fake beach". When I
looked at her in disbelief and realized that she was serious, I burst into
uncontrollable fits of laughter, tinged with more disbelief. My perfect beach was replaced by a backup
beach and the backup beach was replaced by a "fake beach". I couldn’t have made this story up even if I tried.
In any case, we ended up finding this easily overlooked "fake beach" that was situated on the side road of major boulevard. It was a small strip of concrete land and semi-rocky
sand that was sandwiched between the ocean and a busy boulevard of motorized traffic
and commercial venues.
The tides were beginning to turn. This replacement beach had
a small but nearly empty parking lot, right in front of the sand. There were
only a few wind surfers and beach dwellers hanging around. There were still a couple of minutes
remaining until the sun disappeared into the horizon. But best of all, as I
looked across the ocean’s waves, I noticed that the sun’s position was even
better than it would have been at the original "perfect" beach venue. We rushed out of the car and immediately got to work with
the photoshoot. The perfect golden tones
surrounded the expectant mom’s silhouette, in the forefront of the sun’s final
decent. We beat the clock and captured tons of great shots during that golden
hour.
It could have been a missed opportunity without the willingness
to be flexible…without the willingness to listen to the alternatives and without
the willingness to have a sense of humor that compelled me to take a chance. In the end, the sunset maternity photo session
worked out better than I could have imagined, with stunning results.
