I started taking photographs that look like these:
Long-exposure shots of the coastal landscape at sunset, with the aperture stopped down to f16 or more, and the camera secured to a tripod, ND grad filters used to allow both correct exposure of the foreground and sky. You set up the tripod, frame the scene, expose, then wait for that "magic moment" - with a 2 second delay to account for the timer (with mirror lockup) - before hitting the shutter button.
Wallah.
I loved it. There was a sense of achievement in catching that right moment - that combination of light, setting and movement. And in achieving landsapes that seem so unearthly and which glowed.
So I did it again.
And again.
And again.
And it started feeling rather mechanical for me. Like writing a novel according to a formula. Like writing a Mills and Boon romance novel.
Just as quickly as I gained it, I lost the love for landscape photography.
I told myself that I should take a break from it. To begin re-thinking the way I photograph landscape.
Now, I make landscapes like these:
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