Early bird gets the… photographs

Well, today saw a new dawn… in fact, quite literally for me. My morning began at 4.00am when I was rudely awakened by my alarm. Through my sleep filled haze, I slowly recalled what I had planned for this morning: an early photo-shoot right back where we had shot Kristie and Gavin’s pictures just last week among the bluebells.

Struggling awake, I just somehow managed to get myself together in time for my lift to arrive, in the shape of my buddy Andy; a keen photographer with what I considered to be far too much enthusiasm for that time of the morning. I gathered my assorted photo gear around me, dropped it in the car and off we went…

5.00am saw Andy and I standing like a pair of plums in a darkened wood, shivering and waiting for the sun to come join us. After what seemed like an eternity, the dawn slowly crept up on us, and we were greeted with the heavenly site of… nothing. Well, that’s not entirely true – there were woods of course, and bluebells too – but none of the “heavenly light” we’d been anticipating. We waited a little longer, and shivered some more, waited, shivered, waited… and finally realised that things just weren’t going to happen in our chosen spot. Time to move!

5 minutes later, we’re out of the car again, only 500 yards up the road – but pointing in a different direction completely. Up we looked, and there it was: Sun… Trees… Beams!

Out of the car we jump, promptly running across our new chosen area, and started snapping away like madmen before the scene disappeared before us: we were late already, having spent too long at our original location.

Suffice to say, that the next 20 minutes gave us a wonderful display of early morning sunlight, that I was (finally) really pleased to witness. Yes, it was still far too cold, and far too early – with numbed fingers fumbling around on the exposure dials of our cameras… but it was worth it.