It’s cold here, really bitterly cold. After being treated to such a mild winter, this sudden snap is a real shock to the senses and the horror of no show buses coupled with no gloves can’t even be expressed in words.I wasn’t expecting this.
But the light changes in winter. It becomes shaper, more metallic. There’s no colour in anything, the sun doesn’t cast a warm sheen yet, it just provides illumination. Damp air slicks the world and everything is turned to gunmetal.
So photography becomes a different beast, digging out film that loves these conditions, rich low asa Ilford 50 with all it’s information grabbing silver or Kodachrome cross processed to catch the afternoon light before a shockingly crisp purple sunset.
The camera is grabbed and loaded and I’ll post the results when they’re done.