I cant help revisiting this shoot with Chrissy last year.
Every shoot with Chrissy is an enjoyable and productive experience.
There’s still plenty more to give from this shoot, and I’m slowly working my way through it.
This is also the first time I’ve used my old, re-vamped desktop to edit (and the first time I’ve been able to use Silver Efex as it won’t run on my laptop. Must need RAM on then graphics card or something); more than happy with the hardware, jury is out on the software.
As Simon and I left West Lothian, the heavens opened and snow fell. Not good.
Luckily as we drove the 20 or so miles across the Forth Road Bridge [(c) Simon Pole] and in to Fife, things started to look up. The clouds were thinning and the sky was showing patches of blue.
In the hour it took to get to Chrissie’s flat, there was no trace of snow, or black clouds; in fact if it wasn’t for the nip in the air, it could have been a summers day …
Cup of tea and a chat latter, we were on route to Dunkeld to start in our shoot zone … I’d been to some places around there and shot landscape and I wanted to revisit them and shoot them with a model.
So we are on our way to the shoot zone and we pass this old abandoned farmhouse; quick zen navigation logic application later, we’re exploring this beautiful old farm house and out buildings
After the farmer came and had a chat about what we were doing there we left for the next stop (and about 5 miles down the road I was wishing I’d got his contact number so we could call him to use the place again).
This was a peaceful little bit of river, well, rapids.
I had shot there previously and felt that although it was a cracking location, it lacked a certain je nais se quoir – and of course that certain something was Chrissie.
On wards in the never ending pursuit of photographic happiness.
I had stayed in a holiday cottage near here and we went for a walk to the ruined hunting lodge. This was too unsafe to shoot in, and the alternative shoot in the old stable block also turned in to a bust as it appeared the Estate was re-using the building as a workshop and storage area.
Not wishing to cause problems, we headed back to the car.
Standing at the tailgate, drinking green tea and the view …
the light was fading fast …
But not fast enough.
The last location was going to be a bust as it was over an hours drive so I decided to go down the lane a bit further on to the lochside.
One eye on the road and one on the big patch of cloud that was threatening to obscure the sun and thus the last of the shooting light, the race to defy physics was on …
I think we made it …
Thanks to Chrissie for the great day and for your patience; to Rory for keeping a look out and showing us the sexy new shutter sound, and of course to Simon who without his patience and guidance I would still be fudging it.