Behind the Lens
Umbrian Spring: Mist, Ice, Poppies and Snow
I’ve just come down off the hill with wet legs and sodden feet, still buzzing from this morning’s shoot. Scrolling through the RAWs in camera to show Wendy confirms what I already knew: it was an epic, one of those memorable sessions that will leave me high for hours, maybe days or even weeks, and hopefully months. I’m particularly chuffed as I’ve just converted an idea into photographic reality, and that’s a process from inspiration through pre-visualisation to execution the virtues of which we’ll be extolling to our guests this evening as the second workshop kicks off. It’s gratifying to be reassured I’m still practising what I preach. I desperately need a coffee, breakfast wouldn’t go amiss, and I should be backing up the shoot, but I’m determined to get these thoughts down while the experience of the shoot is still so fresh.
I awoke as first light tinged the sky; the birdsong and my body clock made the alarm redundant. Peering out of the window confirmed last night’s prediction: thick mist obscured all. Yes, I know I’ve a mist fixation, but I’ve given up fighting it. I trudged up hill at dawn as I have done so many times, through Castelvecchio still sound asleep behind closed shutters at 5am. Even the dogs didn’t rouse; dawn patrols and dusk sessions spell long days at this time of year. A Paramo green-clad figure lurking in the mist on the hillside turned out to be an f11 member; they get everywhere. Dr Andy from last weekend’s course was waiting for the light by his tripod whilst peering through the fog and down the valley to where we both knew Preci perched on the hillside. We exchanged muted banter as he inadvertently put me to shame; he’d already been on patrol for an hour.
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