412 - Faro Punta Areanas
It finally happened. I got food poisoning in Mexico. I'm honestly surprised it didn't happen sooner... I somehow made it a full week. Nevertheless, the photography continued. Today's shoot was at Faro Punta Areanas.
Food poisoning, more specifically called "Montezuma's Revenge" in Mexico, is named after it's final Aztec ruler. I'm guessing this is because his entire empire collapsed, and he wanted vengeance. But it's a bit strange that his preferred method of "revenge" ended up being diarrhea on unsuspecting tourists.
All was fine and dandy up until the night after my Baja Rocks shoot, where I suddenly awoke to the sound of my stomach erupting. From then on I was going in and out of sleep all night, and I swear it felt like a witch was making some fucked up brew in my belly.
Suddenly I realized I needed to go diarrhea. Not a fun situation in the middle of the night when you're in a desert surrounded by sharp cacti and strange insects. But I simply didn't have a choice.
I'll spare you the details.
The next day I woke up and felt like I had just been beat in the intestines with a baseball bat after doing a full ab workout. And pretty much for the entire day, I felt like total shit.
All I did was watch photography tutorials, I couldn't even muster up enough brain power to edit photos or write. Sunset began to happen, and I sat it out.
That's how you know it's bad.
So when did this shoot occur, might you ask? Well good sir, madam, or whatever you are, it happened the very next day. I woke up feeling like a king, like nothing had happened minus a few minor stomach cramps. It was the strangest thing. One day of pure misery then nothing.
Fair play, Montezuma.
We decided to camp at a beach called Bahia de los Angeles, which translates in English to the Bay of Angels. This time we decided to pay for a proper camp, so I could wash my shit covered ass from the past day.
When sunset finally arose (that doesn't make sense,) we decided to walk along the beach until we found this strange peninsula type thing that jutted out into the bay. It was like a really thin sand bar, that was rounded out at the end.
Here's the drone shot I got:
I really liked the way the waves were almost twisting around the circle, and the water color was a darker gradient on the way out. That's not Photoshop, that's completely real. In fact, I barely did any editing to this photo minus a little bit of contrast.
Next up, we found a mini lighthouse, but you couldn't go up it. The staircase was completely removed. To this moment I have absolutely no idea why they would do that. Safety? I thought this was Mexico.
I compromised by getting a shot of myself standing on the edge of the lighthouse, with the lit up mountains in the background and a nice blurry foreground. No sky today, and I wasn't in the mood to do a replacement. I liked it just the way it was.
Cheeky, eh?
Oh yeah. I got one more shot of the water reflection:
We started to walk back, and that was about it for me. I read the other day from some landscape photographer that he predicts good sky light only comes once every ten shoots. The more you go shoot, the more you increase you're chances of getting that perfect light.
Realistically, if you're shooting 5 days a week, that means once every two weeks you'll get a solid sky. Twice a month. If I learned anything from this shoot, it's that I need to keep shooting 5 days a week. In the grand scheme of things, 24 days a year of "good sky light" isn't that much.
Obviously days where I get e-coli and can barely walk are a hard exception, but luckily I was an over-achiever and shot the day before at Baha Rocks.
So yesterday's "sick day" was actually just my day off.
Haha. See ya next time guys.
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