Today was the first proper day of autumn. It had been clear overnight, and we awoke to a mild ground frost and mist everywhere. “Excellent!” I thought, rubbing my hands together with anticipation. I thought it might be a good day to wander abroad with the camera and tripod, to catch some autumnal mist, shafts of sunlight through the trees, cars zooming by with headlights on, and so on.
So, I kept an eye on the weather, peeking out of the window all through breakfast. I aimed to be out around 9.30am, so I togged up, hoisted the camera bag and tripod onto my back, and headed out.
Unfortunately, despite my best laid plans, the sun failed to break through. The sky remained resolutely grey, and the mist clamped down further. I made an effort to get to one of the locations I planned—a footbridge crossing a dual carriageway—but decided it just wasn’t worth the effort. The sun was simply not going to burn off the mist layer sufficiently to allow any colours to come through. I was very disappointed, and also realising that I was not as fit as I ought to be. I was getting quite puffed climbing the mild slopes around my home.
So, reluctantly, I headed back home to a nice hot cuppa and a think.
Perhaps I gave up too easily. Perhaps I don’t, despite living in the area for a quarter century, really know the place well enough to know the good places for photography. I think I need to walk more often, too. I also think I’m more enthused about a location if I really have to plan it, and have to travel some distance to get there. When it isn’t so easy to turn round to the warmth and comfort of home, I think it makes me more focused on actually making the most of what is there.
So, don’t expect tons of images of my locality. While some may find it an interesting exercise in urban/suburban photography, I am not interested enough to make the effort, at least for now.
So, I kept an eye on the weather, peeking out of the window all through breakfast. I aimed to be out around 9.30am, so I togged up, hoisted the camera bag and tripod onto my back, and headed out.
Unfortunately, despite my best laid plans, the sun failed to break through. The sky remained resolutely grey, and the mist clamped down further. I made an effort to get to one of the locations I planned—a footbridge crossing a dual carriageway—but decided it just wasn’t worth the effort. The sun was simply not going to burn off the mist layer sufficiently to allow any colours to come through. I was very disappointed, and also realising that I was not as fit as I ought to be. I was getting quite puffed climbing the mild slopes around my home.
So, reluctantly, I headed back home to a nice hot cuppa and a think.
Perhaps I gave up too easily. Perhaps I don’t, despite living in the area for a quarter century, really know the place well enough to know the good places for photography. I think I need to walk more often, too. I also think I’m more enthused about a location if I really have to plan it, and have to travel some distance to get there. When it isn’t so easy to turn round to the warmth and comfort of home, I think it makes me more focused on actually making the most of what is there.
So, don’t expect tons of images of my locality. While some may find it an interesting exercise in urban/suburban photography, I am not interested enough to make the effort, at least for now.
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