It’s 5 a.m. on a Sunday and I’m slumped on the sofa, scrolling through YouTube.
The sun’s about to come up and I’m already making excuses not to head to the woods: it’s not foggy, it’ll be too hot, maybe later…
We’re in the middle of an unseasonably hot August and it feels like I haven’t been out in months. Honestly, that’s not far from the truth, the last decent images I made in the woods were back in April.
Summer is usually a slower time for landscape photographers, but this year has felt even quieter. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s my reluctance to keep repeating the same old shots. Probably both.
I half-expected this to be another Sunday where I’d berate myself for staying in. But at 8 a.m. the clouds rolled over, the temperature dropped, and I finally got off the sofa and out the door.
And you know what? It was great. I’d forgotten how much I love wandering through the woods, just looking for compositions. The conditions weren’t perfect, but that didn’t matter, it just felt good to be out there again.
I wasn’t chasing perfection this time, just reconnecting with the act itself. Not every walk with the camera has to produce a portfolio shot, and that’s something I keep needing to remind myself.
By the time I came home, I didn’t have a masterpiece, but I did have a sense of momentum again, and that’s enough. Autumn is on the horizon, and I want to be ready for it.
So yes, summer might have slowed me down, but it hasn’t stopped me. The woods are still there, waiting.
Until next time
—Rick—
Awesome shots!!
Right with you there Rick. Got the T-shirt !