We went for a walk on the river today in Arkhangelsk, and I just had to employ one of my favourite tricks as we followed the ski tracks towards the sun.
In Copenhagen for the weekend and unable to sleep, I went for an early morning walk. When you’re forced awake by someone else’s screaming baby, seeing something like this really improves your mood.
Having slogged through a rather uninspired month, and the consistent cold wetness that is Hamburg in late Autumn, I’m way behind here.
Today, being unexpectedly released from work into an unexpectedly crisp, clear and sunny afternoon, if felt almost criminal to not walk around, enjoy it, and see what me and my camera come up with.
Crisp, clear air. Radiant sunlight. Explosive colours. Living in Australia, I forgot how beautiful a proper autumn can be.
Wandering around hunting pictures this afternoon, I was maybe a little drunk on light, by which I mean that the light was so stunning, I even thought this lamp post and its shadow were amazing.
Sometimes you don’t need to even leave your own balcony to see beauty.
Some days you see everything as if it’s made of gold and some days are just “meh”. Today was one of those days. No surprise that I was totally unimpressed by my take. I considered skipping a day of posting, but with some post-processing, this view of Hamburg’s Fernsehturm came out slightly above “meh”.
The sky was a flat grey, and although I started out with the best of intentions, and although I made over fifty pictures, I went home a bit disappointed, feeling I’d gotten nothing.
This summer, I enjoyed many hours of talks with a remarkable photographer and new friend, Tokpa Korlo. I had been suffering under a strangely moralistic attitude that less processing was better, and that the closer to out-of-the-camera an image was, the better it was. He disabused me of this notion by showing me the endless creative possibilities of Lightroom, for which I’ll always be grateful.
So when I got home with no worthwhile out-of-the-camera take, I had no choice but to start playing around, and ended up with something worthwhile after all. Thanks, Tokpa.
If it had been overcast, I wouldn’t have thought once about shooting this. But the sky was blue, the clouds were a pleasing, fluffy pattern, and the light was just before sunset warm. It may have also helped that I was exploring a relatively unknown city, and my mood was good.
Getting off work I was hell bent on getting down to the river and getting some good pictures. And it just. Wasn’t. Happening. Then a friend called, and while relaxing and talking, I turned around and saw this.