This property required two shoots: daytime and twilight. The day shoot went exactly according to plan.

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It was the twilight shoot I nearly bombed. The agent needed the photos the same weekend for her open house, which left me one evening to get the shots. Do-overs don’t happen under normal circumstances anyway; you do it once, and you do it right. That’s why people pay money for this, and why I can call myself a professional photographer.

I arrived at the house a few minutes after sunset. The sky was dimming nicely, albeit quickly. Probably should’ve given myself a little more time. No matter, work fast. I set up my tripod and camera, then pressed the shutter. My LCD screen flashed a gorgeous scene — beautiful turquoise pool, purple dusky sky — and then black. “NO CARD.”

My heart sank to my knees.

In my effort to save gas, I’d opted to drive the scooter, which had prompted me to swap camera bags from my normal shoulder bag to my backpack. I’d transferred everything except my memory cards.

I called Kirk. Maybe he could drive a card to me. Though even if he did, by the time he arrived the magic of twilight would have disappeared into the dark of night.

Mild hysteria consumed me. Kirk, ever the calm in my storm, told me to settle down. All was not lost.

“How?” I asked, almost in tears.

“Wake up really early tomorrow morning and go back before the sun rises.”

Brilliant. Twilight or dawn, the light is the same. And, thank my lucky stars, the property was vacant and I had the lockbox code — technically I could enter whenever I wanted.

Seven hours later, I was up at 4:30 a.m. The two pool shots turned out great. Dawn was waning by the time I grabbed the last photo of the courtyard and waterfall feature (that was OK, it was a bonus shot). Perfect light never lasts long. ☼

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