Misty Mornings

Many years ago around this time of year I would love to grab the camera, tripod and a few rolls of film before vanishing into the hills for a few hours; I’d love the crisp morning air, the light glinting off the Fell tops and those perfect reflections in the lakes. Misty mornings were a nightmare, gone where the clean defined lines that I loved to photograph, reflections were lost to the blurring swirling mists, a misty morning in those days was one to leave the camera behind and get…

Read More