I’m used to paying for photographs. Sometimes in the form of itchy mosquito bites. Once I paid with a badly twisted ankle. More often I pay in numb fingers and toes in the cold.
Last week, staying up late to take photographs of Mount Shuksan under the stars, I expected the lost sleep, but I did not expect to pay by losing my place to sleep and my sleeping gear!
It all started when I noticed that sometimes even the most serious photographers miss great light.Continue reading “Mount Shuksan: Blue Hour is Better, Sometimes”