John Dominick
A funny thing happened on the trip to Dartmoor.
As I was enjoying this amazing light, worrying whether there was enough contrast to seperate the trees branches from the background I became aware of a commotion behind me. Standing on the tor above, like some conquering hero, was a photographer hurriedly setting up his tripod whilst shouting about the glorious light. I couldn't quite make out most of what he was shouting or whether it was directed at me or Sean who was somewhere over to the right. Whatever it was, he was clearly quite excited, which I found quite amusing, especially as we landscape photographers seem to take ourselves far to seriously these days. We never met him because as the Sun sank into the horizon he vanished without a trace, like some ghostly Dartmoor apparition.
A funny thing happened on the trip to Dartmoor.
As I was enjoying this amazing light, worrying whether there was enough contrast to seperate the trees branches from the background I became aware of a commotion behind me. Standing on the tor above, like some conquering hero, was a photographer hurriedly setting up his tripod whilst shouting about the glorious light. I couldn't quite make out most of what he was shouting or whether it was directed at me or Sean who was somewhere over to the right. Whatever it was, he was clearly quite excited, which I found quite amusing, especially as we landscape photographers seem to take ourselves far to seriously these days. We never met him because as the Sun sank into the horizon he vanished without a trace, like some ghostly Dartmoor apparition.