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How we love to bemoan Autumn and Winter. Cold wet days and only a few short hours of sunlight. Shouldn't we all be tucked up in bed, hibernating till the spring comes, our cameras cosseted in cases. It's a time for roaring fires and reminiscing.
But photography is the art of light. As the sun rises lower and lower every day suddenly we are gifted with light that is all angles and rays. Dawn becomes so much more accessible, you scarcely need to set the alarm clock. Evening light starts ever closer to lunchtime.
Trees suddenly get their shapes back, hard lines contrast against the horizon. Birds which spent spring and summer taunting us from the shadows are suddenly revealed, hiding is no longer an option with short days and a scarcity of food.
The soft gold of autumn transforms into the hard silver of winter.
Cold fingers and muddy boots are a paltry price to pay for being allowed to rummage through this treasury.
Just one of those odd thoughts I have.
Nick
But photography is the art of light. As the sun rises lower and lower every day suddenly we are gifted with light that is all angles and rays. Dawn becomes so much more accessible, you scarcely need to set the alarm clock. Evening light starts ever closer to lunchtime.
Trees suddenly get their shapes back, hard lines contrast against the horizon. Birds which spent spring and summer taunting us from the shadows are suddenly revealed, hiding is no longer an option with short days and a scarcity of food.
The soft gold of autumn transforms into the hard silver of winter.
Cold fingers and muddy boots are a paltry price to pay for being allowed to rummage through this treasury.
Just one of those odd thoughts I have.
Nick
), although even there, the gorgeous yellow and red autumnal colours of leaves looks almost luminous against a dark grey sky.
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