I work construction six months out of the year. When you work construction, you have to get up early and work late. Occasionally, you work before the sunrises and past when the sunsets.
For the past week I've been tormented with some of the most spectacular sunrises I have seen since living here in Colorado. And on a few days, nothing but lenticular clouds eerily floating across the sky, waiting for the light to hit.
I would be damned if I was gonna miss a wicked awesome sunset. So, every evening, like usual, I sit and stare towards the west to see how the clouds line up, what the sun is going to be doing, and then make my way to the reservoir if necessary. It is the easiest, closest, and most affordable place for me to shoot and I can react to lighting in a jiffy.
This evening I made the decision to head over to Horsetooth to stretch my legs since no one was home. Also, the possibility of good light was in the two thumbs up category. I found a great spot, unknowing it was the same spot
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As the sun dipped behind the hills, a faint light began to grow. It was subtle at first, nothing much. But when this psychotic blast of color was being recorded onto my memory card, whistles, chants, war cries, laughter and every other noise my loud mouth and lungs could produce was in an all out roar.
All week long I was going crazy having to be at work and see light like this in the mornings. And all week long I was biting at the nail for something such as this to show itself.
It was the last straw. And it was my lucky one.
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