To witness a the dying sun is probably the most magical experience in photography. To watch it slowly fall beneath the horizon and to watch the break taking colours that change from moment to moment is nothing short of wondrous. It is at sunset that the colour turns, when the sky can move from white to yellow to orange to red, in the time it takes to fire off an exposure of each. Some would argue that sunrise is better, but I find the light in the early morning to be harsh and cool at that time of day. For me, sunset is the ultimate experience.
I have also recently discovered that I am a hypocrite. Not long ago I chastised other ‘photographers’ for doing nothing but take ‘iconic’ images of famous landmarks. As I stated in a recent post, they take images from the same place, every single time; as if their camera won’t accept any composition that may not have been done to death already. And lately, for the last week or so, I have found myself doing little else. I have shot iconic images wherever I have gone. What what I also notice, and I noticed this at Kimmeridge last night, was that other photographers seem to never move from spot. Although I took all of my images from roughly the same place, I moved position about 6 times in order to fine tune my composition and garner a slightly different feel to each image. The pair of photographers besides me did not move once. They set up their tripods when they got there and they never moved them until it was time to get home. Is this due to the fact that they have found the perfect combination, is it laziness, or is it a lack of creativity? I honestly do not know.
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Sig Nordal 