Sometimes you just never know what you’re going to get.
I woke up yesterday morning feeling grouchy because I had to back in to San Francisco to pick up an exterior shot of a high-rise condo that I couldn’t get the day before due to A) rain, and B) the giant moving truck that pulled up in front just as I was setting up for my (rainy) shot.
That’s how I ended up walking back to this place from the Bart station, tripod over my shoulder, umbrella in the other hand, with my own personal dark cloud over my head. I shot the exterior by holding the umbrella over the camera and waiting for breaks in traffic. Then I headed inside where I asked the security guy for access to the roof deck. The rain seemed to be slacking off and I thought I might have a chance at a view shot, which had been impossible the day before.
Once I got up there, I realized that the rain had more or less stopped completely, and the light was getting really, really nice. I looked around and saw a ladder leading up to the top of the elevator shaft. “Almost certainly against the rules,” I thought. “The security guy will pitch a FIT if I go up there.”
I climbed up, and got a series of cityscapes that buoyed my mood for the rest of the day.