The weather worked in our favour today. We had a bright afternoon and an evening with soft pockets of quick-passing cloud. David and I headed out to the northern part of the city to take advantage of the good light. I suggested we go to a pedestrian bridge that crosses over the city’s internal highway—a bridge I’ve driven under hundreds of times but have never gone out of my way to find. There we could get up high enough and work with the light uninterrupted.
We only had about half an hour of working light, so we worked quickly. My wide angle lens wasn’t cooperating with my camera, so I did my best within the parameters of my 50mm. It’s such a simple, standard focal length, and probably my favourite.
I don’t do well giving direction from behind the camera—it’s something that I agree needs work, but I’m also curious as to how things play out naturally. If I intervene too much the shots tend to get too composed and lose their spontaneity. I’m more comfortable as a willful observer. I’m often too preoccupied trying to control the light, and then some of the best shots happen by accident when I’m not paying full attention.
I find it difficult to photograph places I know well. It’s always exciting visiting somewhere new and discovering its personality, how the lines converge and interact. It’s paramount to breathing new air.
We had used the best of the light, so we headed back to the car. On our way down there was a bush just off the path that had the sun playing in its branches. It provided us with our final photograph.
We piled into the car and headed home, settling down in front of the TV with dinner. Another quiet evening slow in its vernation.