Glimpses

A perfect morning - not many of them recently, but the weather didn’t disappoint over the bank holiday weekend.

I (and I suspect many other photographers) am always watching the weather and looking for tell tale signs that give hope of good conditions. The weather leading up to Saturday morning and the forecast for the day itself said it would be an interesting morning :)

Getting up at silly o'clock and onto the hill is the easy part, but finding the composition is some kind of black magic that still has me panicking every time I go out with a camera.

I walked the edge and met a couple of bleary eyed campers enjoying the views - we stood and talked as the light improved and the mist rolled into the valley. These interactions are the things that stick in my mind the most - these people are there for the love of it all and not trying to find that perfect image. I envy the way they can just sit and watch it all unfold without the need to capture it all in one single, perfect moment.

I wandered the full length of the edge and finally I had walked as far as I could - time to head back.

As I walked back I stop and look over my shoulder and see one of the bridges peaking through the mist - in an instant I am hooked and I have my shot.

Its just a case of finding the best way to tell the story of that morning and I can go home happy. How hard can photography be?

Done