(For all my complaining about digital photography, I have to admit that the instant access to your photos that it provides comes in quite handy when you are trying to come up with something for your photo blog and all your exposed film is still in the camera waiting to be finished and developed.)
It’s winter hereabouts, which means, along with short days, cold temperatures, and lots of curling up in the fetal position and rocking gently back and forth, there is bound to be snow and ice. As much as I dislike winter, it must be acknowledged that the frozen stuff can make for interesting photographs, particularly when combined with that sort of sunlight that you only get in winter. So, with the cameras dragging me toward the door like psychotic golden retrievers that have been locked inside since Tuesday, and with every fiber of my being telling me to just stay inside where it’s warm and break out the single malt, I find myself traipsing out into the snow in search of pictures.
This once again brings me to the river, which as usual provides a reliably interesting backdrop for whatever sort of activity happens to be going on at the moment.
Same barge and tugboat, same river, same day; the only differences are about five minutes, a few hundred yards, and almost four stops. It’s astonishing how the light changes the whole feel of the photo.
In many ways, winter photography really does seem more about the light than the snow and ice (I suppose you could make the argument that photography is always about the light; I think that might be a bit of an oversimplification, but that’s me). You don’t get skies like this in summer.
Then, just when the light is fading and you’re starting to think about packing it in, something else comes along to grab your attention. In this case, it came along around a blind curve at about 50mph. Happily, I threw the camera into aperture priority at the last second, so I was at least able to get a shot off. I didn’t realize the light had dropped so far, and that the shutter speed would be so low, but I can’t complain about the result.
Even though I don’t like winter, my cameras seem to.
Hate winter as much as I do? Or maybe you’re one of those snow-loving freaks. Say something, even if it’s wrong!