The wildflowers in Southern California that year were surprisingly good. With the right amount of rain and temperatures, one local spot blossomed with an amazing field of purple lupine, pretty rare for Southern California and something that seems to happen only every ten years or so.
Upon discovering this spot, I wanted to capture it with hopefully some good light. It was one of those days when it was cloudy, and I wasn't sure if the sunset would pop. Then the rim of the clouds started to light up. I grabbed my gear, rushed on the freeway weaving through traffic, got to the park, crossed the creek, and climbed up the hill panting like crazy as the light glowed. I found my spot and shot away, out of breath, photographing as much as I could of the wildflowers. Not bad for Southern California!