At last, snow finally arrived in my neck of the woods and then, just as quickly, it went. So what do I do? Without a good covering of snow or a hard frost moorland doesn’t look anywhere near its photogenic best at this time of the year. Under such conditions I often find myself attracted to the coast and amuse myself playing among rocks and waves. But not this time.
I fancied doing something a little different and thought that I’d go and explore the fishing port of Whitby, famous for its links with the very real Captain James Cook and the fictional Count Dracula. I went early, while it was still dark, not hoping to bump into Dracula but in hope of taking photographs of this small but busy port while it was still asleep.
Unbroken cloud has been the death knell of many a photographic outing of mine but it does turn a lovely shade of cool blue as sunrise approaches, which I hoped to contrast against warm tungsten street lighting. Once in the morning light sweet-spot you have to work quickly. There is a window of about fifteen minutes when the cool/warm balance works well. Outside of that the sky is either too dark or washed out and ineffective. Fortunately for me, if things don’t work out it’s not a big problem, I can always try again another day.