The chill caught me by surprise. Dressed in cycling shorts and jersey I stepped outside. It was just after sunrise on a gloriously clear morning. As I wheeled my bike across the drive, about to set off for a 36 miles ride, the crisp air quickly covered my arms and legs with goose bumps. Where did that come from? It’s summer!
August has been a turbulent month for weather. With the Jet Stream unpredictably wandering all over the place like a drunken Dalek, we don’t seem to have had anything like our normal late summer weather. Sometimes it’s been very wet, yet very dry at others. Sometimes it’s been very warm, yet surprisingly cool at others, as it was on the morning mentioned above.
I had been warned. The weather forecast mentioned typical early autumn weather for a couple of days. What does that mean? It means warm by day; cool by night with occasional early morning mist patches.
As I set off riding I could see that the forecast had been spot-on. Lying low in the dale was a thin mist. Not much I’ll admit, probably not enough to make a picture of, but enough to get me excited. Summer is a slow time for me when it comes to photography. It’s when my camera has a holiday and takes it easy. But at the first sign of mist it gets dusted down and woken from its slumber.
I love mist. Here is something that has so little substance that I can’t even get hold of it, yet it gives a photograph real presence. Used correctly it takes a two dimensional object and gives it the illusion of depth – a third dimension. Oh yes, I love mist. It excites me! Yet it’s strange to think that as heather on my local moors is in its spectacular summery best, I’m beginning to think of autumn mists. I guess that’s photographers for you, always looking for the next opportunity.