It’s dead silent outside, in the desert, as my mom and I are alone upon the hills. Beyond us is Mt. Whitney and the surrounding Sierra Nevadas. To the right of us is the Alabama Hills. We set out from our lonely little hotel in Lone Pine, CA at around 5:30 in the morning. We’re there before the sun rises so I can photograph the sun creep over the rocky mountain peaks during the golden hour. I’m there in the dirt of the desert floor getting ready to take the photo. I throw the legs of my tripod down, screw on my camera, and set the settings to be able to capture the essence of the moment. With the little knowledge I have of the arts I try my best to get it right. I finally set up the exposure to my liking and then try to compose the shot until it happens. The sun creeps up the Sierras as the light bleeds through the early morning clouds. It’s a great moment and I can’t let it pass. I take the photo.…show more content… The photo came out beautiful and it’s then I feel proud of what I’ve done. I’m overjoyed to have captured that special moment of time. But yet there is another part to the story that makes the photo even more special. As we headed out to go home I pulled over to see if there were any other photos that I could get. Something is wrong though, I realize that we’ve gotten ourselves stuck in a little ditch that separates the road from the dirt. So I get out to push the car and nothing happens because it’s too heavy. My mom gets out and helps me push and we give it all we’ve got until it comes out. It does so, but something unexpected happens, the car starts to slowly roll down the hill. Luckily my mom was able to run and jump in the car to stop it, but it was definitely a scary moment that nobody wants to see happen to their
