Infrared photography is unforgiving.
You need full sun. Clear skies. No haze. The right time of day. The right season for foliage. And even when you get all of that, the light can still be wrong.
I returned to the Conservatory of Flowers eight times before everything aligned.
Eight trips across the city. Eight setups. Eight times packing my gear, finding parking, walking through Golden Gate Park, setting up the tripod, waiting for clouds to clear, only to pack it all back up because the conditions weren't right.
Most people would've given up at three.
But I had a vision for this shot. The Victorian glass dome framed by palms. The sky turned black by the infrared filter. The foliage glowing white like it's radioactive. The whole thing feeling slightly unreal—like a dream of San Francisco rather than the actual place.
On the eighth attempt, it finally happened. Sun angle perfect. Sky clear. Palms positioned just right. I made the exposure I'd been chasing for months.
Persistence isn't romantic. It's just showing up when everyone else has moved on to easier shots.
This is what happens when you refuse to settle.