Being at the right place at the right time still requires being willing to drop everything to get the shot. It also means stopping the car, getting out to take a photo, drive a few hundred meters, and then stopping again to walk back to the same area and take another shot. I did just that last Sunday. Twice.
It was the walking cardboard box a couple of weeks back. Now, this. Same area, same day of the week. He was ambling along the street with goggles strapped and paddle in hand but nary a boat in sight. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was about to lose a keeper and so I ran after him.
“Props”, he mumbled. I didn’t understand what he said next, but I got what I needed. He was on his way to a rendezvous.
I’ve been driving and walking the whole Sunday morning and returned home without raising my camera. A trip to the rural towns was pretty much in order, and I was not disappointed.
He needs more work on his invisibility power, but his cloak has become invisible.
Seen in a rice field. I stopped by the roadside, took a few photos, drove off a hundred meters and that’s when this composition entered my mind. I stopped again, walked back and took this photo. Anyone watching would have thought I was nuts.