Boulders of Burbage Brook
I picked up my 17-40mm from H Lehmann in Stoke, and they replaced the seal. It turned out I was not the only photographer from Sheffield that morning, some one got there before me at 9am. I was now back up and running, cleaned sensor from Monday and a serviced lens by Saturday.
Boulders of Burbage Brook is a long exposure using the big stopper, down in Padley Gorge along Burbage Brook. I like the way the boulders have become defined in this frame, the slowed motion of the water has become secondary. I was testing out my new Pholsy Intervalometer, a remote wireless piece of kit, and it is great. My older Neewer cable one is a bit worn out around the attachment to the control, which has worried me a little.
The Pholsy is brilliant. The receiver has a cold shoe to which you attach it to the hot shoe and cable that directly to the camera. Then you have your remote control and the freedom to have a sandwich and some swigs of coffee from the flask, while waiting a few minutes for the exposure to take place. You can actually turn it off on both the receiver and remote. You keep the receiver attached to the camera which means no more fiddling around with the jack plug when setting up after moving from one spot to another, and you can stand well away from the camera before you press play, which means a reduced risk of camera shake from disturbing the ground around the tripod etc.
A big thank you to my brother for the voucher that helped towards this new purchase.
Too many things to carry
I have contemplated a remote intervalometer for some time. I ponder about making things easier whilst out on a shoot. I always feel like I have too much stuff. I try to carry little as possible, however when you try to minimise post processing, or wanting to be creative – you end up with stuff, just in case………..
I have my filters in a designated pouch bag, my camera and lens (and maybe one other) in a slingshot edge, which just about holds the filter pouch, the filter holder, my rocket blower, some lens cloths and there is very little space for the packed lunch and flask. I usually take the filter pouch out and strap it over my shoulder.
The tripod, I attach it to the sling shot only until I get to my first spot do I remove it from the bag, however the tripod has its own strap and it gets slung over my shoulder too. Then there is the lost walking pole (very useful when traversing rocky slopes along a river), which I left when I wandered through Bole Hill Woods near Grindleford, eying up the silver birch.
These lovely slender trees rising well above 20ft, that belay a hidden quarry that the stone from here was used to build the Derwent dams. I was walking up a particular steep climb in these woods, in which I had a chat with a local man; he told me that the incline (almost vertical) was the pulley track that fed the trains taking the stone to build the dams. I was in need of a breather, I had base layers, tops and leggings, lined waterproof trousers, a waterproof jacket, woolly hat and scarf, and it was a mild spring like afternoon, after a rather soggy start to the morning and I had wandered by the river for a while. The sun came out and I thought ‘let’s get to the woods and then up to Lawrence field for sunset and my favourite tree’. The hawthorn tree is a bit of a fave of mine and that will covered in another post.
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