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On the way home from a walk the other day, I noticed some lovely native Bluebells surviving in a tiny patch by the side of the road. When I got home, I told the Sherpa I was going to try to photograph them and would be about 15 minutes.
It was heading towards sunset and the clouds were that wispy, ethereal shape that holds the promise of colour. So after the blue bells, I drove down to the lake for a “quick” look and found a pelican to photograph. I then thought it might be a good time to photograph my favourite little church. I realised I didn’t have my phone but knew if I went back home to let the Sherpa know, I might miss any sunset action. A “quick” look wouldn’t hurt. The clouds were gorgeous but didn’t colour up too much. As I packed up and left, I noticed the sky was a fiery red to the west so I was once again lured by the chance of a red sky reflected in another lake near- by. At some point at this lake I realised I had lost my Filter holder. Grabbed the torch and went looking. No luck. It was dark by then and I realised that what was meant to be 15 minutes was in fact about two hours. When I got back, the Sherpa was pulling into the drive. He was beside himself and had been searching for me for the last hour. Six missed calls on my phone.
I felt very guilty but it is so easy to get lost in time when you are out photographing. None of the images were worth the stress I caused!
Lost in time DSC_4198
On the way home from a walk the other day, I noticed some lovely native Bluebells surviving in a tiny patch by the side of the road. When I got home, I told the Sherpa I was going to try to photograph them and would be about 15 minutes.
It was heading towards sunset and the clouds were that wispy, ethereal shape that holds the promise of colour. So after the blue bells, I drove down to the lake for a “quick” look and found a pelican to photograph. I then thought it might be a good time to photograph my favourite little church. I realised I didn’t have my phone but knew if I went back home to let the Sherpa know, I might miss any sunset action. A “quick” look wouldn’t hurt. The clouds were gorgeous but didn’t colour up too much. As I packed up and left, I noticed the sky was a fiery red to the west so I was once again lured by the chance of a red sky reflected in another lake near- by. At some point at this lake I realised I had lost my Filter holder. Grabbed the torch and went looking. No luck. It was dark by then and I realised that what was meant to be 15 minutes was in fact about two hours. When I got back, the Sherpa was pulling into the drive. He was beside himself and had been searching for me for the last hour. Six missed calls on my phone.
I felt very guilty but it is so easy to get lost in time when you are out photographing. None of the images were worth the stress I caused!