Early light in the old harbour
The fog lifted around seven. A few notes on exposure when the sky is brighter than anything else in the frame, and why I keep coming back to the same pier.
The fog lifted around seven. A few notes on exposure when the sky is brighter than anything else in the frame, and why I keep coming back to the same pier.
One prime, one spare battery, and a notebook. A short reflection after a month of travelling light.
Muted greens, rust and slate. A small set of pictures from the last weekend of the season.