Left before sunrise and the whole valley was under cloud. By the time the path turned
north the light had gone flat and grey, which is usually a reason to pack up and go home.
I stayed anyway. An hour later the fog began to lift in layers and the ridgeline came
back one outline at a time.
Three frames worth keeping out of forty. That ratio has not improved in six years.
On carrying less
Down to one body and a 35mm for the autumn. Everything else stays in the cupboard
until spring. The constraint is the point — fewer decisions at the moment the light
changes, and the light never waits.
Notes from a wet week
Rain every day, so the notebook filled up faster than the memory card. Some observations
keep better as sentences than as images.