Some times processing images is easy. Some images take a little more. A little more time, thought and exploration. Maybe it takes time to let the initial thoughts and ideas you have about the images fade. To allow new ideas to creep in, new possibilities.
This image was captured last summer, but due a whole lot of reasons, I am still working through these and many other images. This year has been one of change and new beginnings, of investing in things which are important, and enjoying the rewards from it. Some things do happen in a hundredth of a second, to use an old quote, but some take much longer. Still it gives you time to ask questions, consider and choose what you think feels best.
The image above has many possibilities, a faster shutter speed would have yielded quite a different result. On the other hand I could have used a really long exposure to soften the water to mist. But the emotion that I felt, the thought which stayed in my mind, was of how the water surged and flowed. Pushing me away from the wharf piles, all broken and worn. Yet for all its power, the sea had not won, not yet. These piles stand as a reminder of the past, of a river port that was once the busiest in the area. Of a young nation trying to make its way in the world. Of the bounty and productivity of the region.
With better roads, trucks and larger ships, little ports like this have had their time but that doesn't mean that they should be forgotten. They will fade, as all memories do, but not yet!
I got up a little earlier yesterday and decided to take a wander up to ANZAC park and watch the sunrise before heading to work. Making time for ourselves, finding the space between the notes if you like, can be hard but it can also be very rewarding. I loved how the light seemed to push in like a tidal wave, then flow down the ranges in fingers of gold and orange. A beautiful way to start the day.
Photography can be an exercise in frustration. Making the time, finding great locations, planning, looking at weather forecasts, only for the light to fade as the clouds roll in. If all you wanted from a trip was great images then you could be bitterly disappointed. Of course there is a whole lot of other benefits that go along with photography trips like this, the people you venture out with, time in nature seeing the beauty, and the chance to get out of the work to home home to work patterns.
In truth, great light doesn't happen all the time. It's rarity is part of it's allure. It's the reason we go back time and time again. Great light doesn't often happen in perfect weather, more often than not it happens when the weather is marginal or worse. We look for those situations where good conditions might occur, and then learn from watching, but in the end, there is always going to be an element of luck.
There is no doubt that with landscape photography, a little planning can help you get luckier. But even the best planning in the world does not guarantee you the perfect results. In the end you still need a little luck on your side. Maybe there is a lesson there, it's not always down to us, luck will always play a role.
When someone says something like "wow, you were lucky to get that image!". It is tempting to think of the planning and effort that went into it and feel that putting it all down to luck is somehow wrong. But on some level it is true and they have a point. On the other hand, when we come back from a day out and the images lack that wow factor, secretly which do we blame?