November 27, 2019 — San Mateo County Coast
It was a dark and stormy day; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the bluffs (for it is on the San Mateo County coast that our scene lies), attempting to remove his hat, but barely agitating the stubborn photographer who hand-held against all odds…
Days later, through one of the obscurest quarters of his archive drive, and among outtakes little loved in the first cut, the photographer, evidently scraping the bottom, was wending his solitary way.
He stopped twice or thrice at different RAW files of a description correspondent with the appearance of the image he sought, and tended inquiry for some photo or another which did not seem easily to be met with. All the answers he received were couched in the negative; and as he turned from each frame he muttered to himself, in no very elegant phraseology, his disappointment and discontent.
When all seemed lost and the final oath was spat from his lips, he came across an artifact that had been overlooked, assumed meager, but on fourth look became a prize.
With patient development he brought forth the view you see here, not presented as a painting — as with an earlier image — but still with drama suiting the moment of acquisition, it is humbly offered, a testament that treasures can be buried deep.
Yr. obt. svt.,
(Nikon D850, Tamron SP 24–70mm f/2.8 Di VC USD G2. RAW processing in DxO PhotoLab 3.0; Editing in Adobe Photoshop.)