Mariecar Mendoza

Since recently transferring to Cal Poly and renting a place in Morro Bay, my mind has been set on photographing Morro Rock in a incomparable moment.

For the past couple of weeks, I have found myself consistently riding my cruiser down to harbor in the evening with a tripod and a camera strapped to my back. Often times I’ll only find seemingly endless fields of gray with the persistent Morro Bay fog blanketing the Pacific. Not to be defeated by the elements of Mother Nature, I knew that my persistency and patience would eventually be rewarded.

On Oct. 17, as the clock struck 6 p.m., I proceeded with my newly-evolved tradition and headed down to the water. What I found was texture, which is the first thing I look for when I begin to compose my idea of a traditional landscape. With the shifting seasons and raindrops starting to fall, the atmospheric pressure that creates those drops provides stunning texture to the sky. With this dramatic scene in front of me, I realized the opportunity for something special.

Arranging myself along the edge of the bay, I tried several different positions until I found an acceptable composition. With my camera in place, I simply waited for proper lighting, the finale element to any successful photographer.

Just as the sun seemed to melt into the horizon, the sky suddenly began to transition into a vigorous display of fierce magentas and pastel purples. Metering the scene for optimal exposure, I wait, take in the moment of tranquility, and then begin to shoot. Patience and precise timing are what it took me to produce this dramatic photograph.

In my eyes, this image truly represents Morro Bay the way I interpret it: A coastal town that is driven of fishing, art and tourism surrounding the rock.

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