Road to nowhere

The Lyth Valley was full of fog early this morning, it tends to linger here longer than on our side of the Kent estuary. Yesterday I collected a package, and this morning I was keen to try out the contents. This is the first blip from it, though back in the Summer Steve kindly loaned me one to photograph Burrow Mump in Somerset.

I had a bit of a false start as I had done my usual thing of forgetting to reset the camera, and I had reeled off a lot of shots of the sun rising above the mist on an impossibly high ISO. I like to think that one day I will actually think about what I am doing rather than reflexively reaching for the camera.

This afternoon I went for a walk out to Blackstone Point again. I saw the clouds piling in from the Lake District, but optimistically thought they might just blow through in time for a spectacular sunset. The heavens opened when I was at the furthest point from home, and for the sake of the camera I spent the next hour sheltering under a yew tree. There never was a sunset.

Listening to Saturday Live on R4 this morning, I learned about the ultimate 1 photo a day project. This pre-dates Blipfoto by about 13 years. It was the story of a father who took a photograph of his son amost every day for 21 years from the day he was born, and the resulting time lapse video has had nearly 5 million hits on Youtube. It's compelling watching if you have 5 minutes to watch Cory grow from new born to young man. It very nearly was a complete sequence of 21 years and over 7000 photos, being only broken by a month in which the film was not properly wound on to the spool.

A year ago, a full moon. The little tree has since blown over.