Friday Evening Escapades
Normally on a Friday evening at this time I'm in that jubilant end of week mode as I pull my kit on for five a side football and wonder what's for dinner afterwards. It's a routine that's been going on for more than seventeen years now, and I've never been sure what I'm going to replace it with when I finally accept that I can't keep up with the youngsters any more.
At the moment football is off the agenda of course, so when Lee managed to cram Porthleven, high tide, 5:30pm and big waves all into one short and excited sentence yesterday, I immediately confirmed my availability. As soon as my day at the office (well my kitchen at the moment) had passed, I grabbed the camera bag, trusting that everything was in it, threw the tripod into the boot of the car and set off.
I've never photographed Porthleven before. I really have no idea why, as it has a reputation for exciting storms, despite being on the more sheltered south coast of Cornwall. Perhaps it's because I live just five minutes drive from the more predictably brutal north coast and its surging tides which fill so many of my evenings with contented drama. We started by the church with the big lens fixed on the cliffs to the east of town where some big waves were beating the coast with a steady rhythm, before heading up to this vantage point on the other side of the harbour. It wasn't easy with the 70-200 on the tripod and a six stop filter thrown in to add to the complications, but on the odd image that wasn't destroyed by the buffeting winds, the results were quite exciting. On this one a seagull was generous enough to stay put for a few seconds and add to the composition.
Friday Evening Escapades
Normally on a Friday evening at this time I'm in that jubilant end of week mode as I pull my kit on for five a side football and wonder what's for dinner afterwards. It's a routine that's been going on for more than seventeen years now, and I've never been sure what I'm going to replace it with when I finally accept that I can't keep up with the youngsters any more.
At the moment football is off the agenda of course, so when Lee managed to cram Porthleven, high tide, 5:30pm and big waves all into one short and excited sentence yesterday, I immediately confirmed my availability. As soon as my day at the office (well my kitchen at the moment) had passed, I grabbed the camera bag, trusting that everything was in it, threw the tripod into the boot of the car and set off.
I've never photographed Porthleven before. I really have no idea why, as it has a reputation for exciting storms, despite being on the more sheltered south coast of Cornwall. Perhaps it's because I live just five minutes drive from the more predictably brutal north coast and its surging tides which fill so many of my evenings with contented drama. We started by the church with the big lens fixed on the cliffs to the east of town where some big waves were beating the coast with a steady rhythm, before heading up to this vantage point on the other side of the harbour. It wasn't easy with the 70-200 on the tripod and a six stop filter thrown in to add to the complications, but on the odd image that wasn't destroyed by the buffeting winds, the results were quite exciting. On this one a seagull was generous enough to stay put for a few seconds and add to the composition.