One Last Look Before We Go To The Pub
Ok, so perhaps the lack of new photos is starting to take its toll. Normally we'd all be out waving our cameras at the world and swaggering home with a memory card full of new images to work on, via a triumphant pint of Sea Fury at the Plume of Feathers of course. Winter may be the best time for photography in Cornwall, but it's these more accommodating months that see our happy little triumvirate heading out to the coast after a day in the office with that sense of excitement that you know all about. By late April we've generally managed two or three evening sessions and talked about all of the plans we have for the summer. Maybe we've also lingered over those future missions to the Faroes, Lofoten, the Dolomites or the Isle of Skye. We're always adding another dream to the list. One day.
This was one such evening in late March, two years ago, on the day after the clocks had moved forward. I'd finally persuaded Dave and Lee to come and try Holywell Bay after several failed attempts, and was thankful that the conditions hadn't let me down. In fact they never have in this location. From one low tide to another the river that runs along the west side of the dunes seems to alter its course across the beach and into the sea, usually with the twin rocks known as the Gull Rocks providing a compelling focal point to the image.
On this evening the sunset was on its best behaviour and flooded the sky with orange as the golden hour gave way to blue. There were compositions and leading lines in the sand all over the big empty beach and dragging ourselves away wasn't going to be easy. But eventually the knowledge that the next day was Monday and the world would wake us up and punch us on the nose began to win the evening and Lee and I looked at each other in those unspoken words that say "pub?" Dave was still in his own little universe though, gazing out at the sea and no doubt looking forward to the summer evenings behind the viewfinders that lay ahead of us. Perhaps he was looking for one last composition, without realising that he was it.
Until the day before yesterday I'd completely forgotten this photo, but a recent interlude of messing about with sliders that led me to realise that you can recreate the effects of ICM (albeit destructively to file sizes) in Photoshop gave me an idea. What are these lockdown months for, if not for a bit of fiddling about on your laptop while you wait to be told you can go back to the sea?
One Last Look Before We Go To The Pub
Ok, so perhaps the lack of new photos is starting to take its toll. Normally we'd all be out waving our cameras at the world and swaggering home with a memory card full of new images to work on, via a triumphant pint of Sea Fury at the Plume of Feathers of course. Winter may be the best time for photography in Cornwall, but it's these more accommodating months that see our happy little triumvirate heading out to the coast after a day in the office with that sense of excitement that you know all about. By late April we've generally managed two or three evening sessions and talked about all of the plans we have for the summer. Maybe we've also lingered over those future missions to the Faroes, Lofoten, the Dolomites or the Isle of Skye. We're always adding another dream to the list. One day.
This was one such evening in late March, two years ago, on the day after the clocks had moved forward. I'd finally persuaded Dave and Lee to come and try Holywell Bay after several failed attempts, and was thankful that the conditions hadn't let me down. In fact they never have in this location. From one low tide to another the river that runs along the west side of the dunes seems to alter its course across the beach and into the sea, usually with the twin rocks known as the Gull Rocks providing a compelling focal point to the image.
On this evening the sunset was on its best behaviour and flooded the sky with orange as the golden hour gave way to blue. There were compositions and leading lines in the sand all over the big empty beach and dragging ourselves away wasn't going to be easy. But eventually the knowledge that the next day was Monday and the world would wake us up and punch us on the nose began to win the evening and Lee and I looked at each other in those unspoken words that say "pub?" Dave was still in his own little universe though, gazing out at the sea and no doubt looking forward to the summer evenings behind the viewfinders that lay ahead of us. Perhaps he was looking for one last composition, without realising that he was it.
Until the day before yesterday I'd completely forgotten this photo, but a recent interlude of messing about with sliders that led me to realise that you can recreate the effects of ICM (albeit destructively to file sizes) in Photoshop gave me an idea. What are these lockdown months for, if not for a bit of fiddling about on your laptop while you wait to be told you can go back to the sea?