I have a bad habit of thinking I'm 17 when I'm in "Photographer Mode." I climb, balance, and teeter. Then I go home and wonder why my little toe hurts. Well, Samantha's session was one of those times when I was convinced I would either fall or be very sore. Spoiler: I was very sore. But the shot I got was breathtaking, and that's what really matters.
As I drove the winding road to Jalama Beach, I braced myself for a drastic drop in temperature once I crossed the mountain. Instead, it held steady at 82 degrees. I stepped out of my car, jacket and scarf on, ready to face the wind, and was greeted by nothing. Just a golden glow from the sun filtering through the smoke from the Gifford Fire. It was like a massive softbox—gorgeous and, frankly, unheard of—perfect for the golden hour photos Sam wanted for her senior session.
Sam, you were a joy to photograph. You embraced every prompt and added your own flair. Simply put, you looked stunning, and your personality was a delight. Don’t change.
Thank you, Samantha, for trusting me to capture this special time.
