Jones Run Falls, Summer
Some places are hard to photograph, at least to get the composition and mood I want to express. Everything seems to be there: the charming location, the pleasing light, cooperative weather. There might even be a spot to place the tripod with a moderately low risk of knocking it down to the water. But I struggle. First, to find the exact placement of the camera. Moving it up and down, left and right, inch-by-inch, I'm looking for the right relationship between foreground and background objects. Then I find that falling water creates air turbulence that moves leaves and branches, and I'm patiently waiting for a short break in this everpresent movement. And then random hikers enter into my composition, taking their pictures or just standing and enjoying the sights. And I have to wait for them to leave. Making one picture could take twenty minutes or more than an hour. Or it might not happen at all. But I never consider that time wasted.
Jones Run Falls, Summer
Some places are hard to photograph, at least to get the composition and mood I want to express. Everything seems to be there: the charming location, the pleasing light, cooperative weather. There might even be a spot to place the tripod with a moderately low risk of knocking it down to the water. But I struggle. First, to find the exact placement of the camera. Moving it up and down, left and right, inch-by-inch, I'm looking for the right relationship between foreground and background objects. Then I find that falling water creates air turbulence that moves leaves and branches, and I'm patiently waiting for a short break in this everpresent movement. And then random hikers enter into my composition, taking their pictures or just standing and enjoying the sights. And I have to wait for them to leave. Making one picture could take twenty minutes or more than an hour. Or it might not happen at all. But I never consider that time wasted.