This is actually part two from one of the most unique and enjoyable sessions I’ve ever had. If you want the story take a look at the other photograph from this session, The Red Mist.
Having already nabbed that photograph, the conditions started to change as the sun rose out of the water and began burning its way through the thick mist, changing the colours and with it the whole atmosphere of the place.
By this time – only about 15 minutes after taking The Red Mist – the tide had come in further, transforming the foreground and with it the entire context of the photograph, giving it a completely different feeling and therefore requiring a completely different approach. The increasingly-powerful tide also picked up the huge piece of driftwood and chucked it back in a different place and at a completely different angle. After a brief tirade of naughty words, I realised that this had actually worked in my favour, producing a fantastic reinforcement of the lines already created by the main cliffs in the foreground. I literally couldn’t have picked it up and placed it in a better position. (Really, I tried but it was too heavy.)
In all honesty, I’m pretty lucky that the two photographs exist in the way that they do, there was a lot of fortune involved, but I’ll never forget the morning I chose to get out of bed in spite of my hangover because I really fancied some photography, and the crazy hour or two which ensued.
I really, really love this stuff.
Part of the Hengistbury Head, Mudeford and Barton collection.