Some pictures are worth waiting for, this morning I woke up, pull back the curtains to be met with a mist leaden view. My heart skips a beat, I rush out of the room jumping into trousers and pulling on a tee-shirt. Hopping down the hall trying not to fall over as I put my socks on through the kitchen, grabbing the camera bag as I open the back door. Then walking briskly down the path to open fields.
On previous mornings I had planned where I was going to take the pictures from, so I moved swiftly to that point, but the light was not quite right. I took a series of pictures with the old digital camera, then made my way back to the kitchen for a cup of coffee slightly disappointed.
After coffee I went out again armed with just my F5 and 70-210 zoom attached. As I made my way back I noticed a difference to the morning, the sun was just cresting the hills and the mist was lifting with clear pockets, showing the hills across the valley. I knew this was what I had been waiting for. Oh man! what a great shoot, it only lasted about 30 minutes which felt like hours but the buzz lasted most of the day. This is why I take pictures there is no feeling like it.