The Chase
We were looking for the smallest of our two cats. She was supposedly lost, though I have a feeling she was having a nap somewhere. In any case, a creature matching a similar description (black and white, feline) had been seen chasing a butterfly along the bridle path that starts opposite where we lived in Dobcross. A wild goose / tame cat chase began.
Over 25 years on, the path is considerably less open to the light than I remembered. Most of the bluebells look a little tired this evening but there is a patch of soft grass with the light hovering over it. I wonder if the grass feels left out of photographs as bluebells and blossom are prized.
I’d made the photography more difficult by swapping an easy to use macro lens for a wider aperture telephoto lens and using extension tubes to increase its magnification. The soft backgrounds the lens is known for are turned up a notch by the close focusing abilty. It is a good test of composition, the depth of field is so low you have to make sure the sharp part of the image is exactly where your eye expects it to be.
Low sun on Lark Hill
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