What A Difference A Minute Makes

We all know what a difference a day can make...but what about a minute? Or even thirty seconds?

Recently I drove up to the Outer Hebrides, the Isles of Lewis and Harris. These places are truly a photographer's dream. I learned quickly that if the weather and lighting didn't suit the picture I wanted, I simply had to wait a few minutes - or in some cases, a few seconds - and I'd get the one I wanted. Here's a compilation of the difference that a few minutes made in my photography.

On my drive up through the Highlands, before I got to the islands, I stopped at the side of the road to take a picture. Before I could do so, it started raining so hard I couldn't even leave my car. I took this from inside the car...

...and within less than five minutes, the exact same scene looked like this:

In the meantime I looked quickly around, sure that this combination of pouring rain and streaming sunshine had to mean...yes! There it was!

There were rainbows everywhere in the highlands and islands. I think it will have to do for a separate blog post, but the speed at which the rain and sun traded places made for beauty everywhere.

My next stop was near Loch Tulla. The rain was pouring down in sheets...

...but by this time I knew enough to just sit tight for a few minutes, and was quickly rewarded with the sun.


On the Isle of Harris, this one was my absolute favourite. I stopped because of the marvelous play of blues across the water...

...only to see them become reds and pinks within a matter of seconds.

Same thing at a nearby beach. Lovely sandy beaches lit up by the sun, with white clouds in a blue sky above...

...suddenly becoming dark and fearsome with the advent of some evil-looking clouds (which subsequently poured out such a quantity of rain that I had to flee to my car!).


Finally, on my way back from Harris to Lewis, with pounding rain and darkened skies, the sun suddenly burst out in a blaze of glory - for about a second.

In real time, I think I lowered my camera, changed a few settings, and looked up to find that the shaft of light had already moved from the middle of mountains to the far left:


..and in another moment was gone altogether.

Truly, "the heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows His handiwork." (Psalm 19.1) And what a beautiful, varied, changing handiwork it is!




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Water Water Everywhere

Recently I was driving back home through South Ayrshire and was just captivated by light on water. Within the space of about two hours, I saw such a variety of colours and changing patterns that I had to stop and capture some of them.

First there was the view of Ailsa Craig. (This involved pulling over at the side of the road and clambering down a scree of stones, then climbing up on a huge rock for just the right angle.)

Even while I was standing there, the light changed every moment. The sun went behind the clouds, and then came out again, turning this...

...to this:I turned to the left and got this...

...and then to the right for this one.

The sun continued to streak across the sky as I drove, and as I neared Ayr I realised that I would be driving just past the beach at sunset. After six wrong turns (no lie), and almost going the wrong way on a one-way street, I raced across the sands to capture these:


...and then the sun started to fade completely, so I took a last shot and walked back to the car.

And then realised I'd lost my car keys in the sand.

Do you think the shots were worth it, though?



(I did find them. A good bit of searching and a ton of prayer.)

It's All About The Numbers

If you've been following me on Facebook, you will be aware that I have a new lens for my Canon camera.

For you non-photographers, that's one of those 'oh, that's nice' statements, that doesn't really mean a whole lot to you. Especially if I add that it's a Canon 50mm f1.4 prime lens - now you're really bored.

But let me educate you, not using numbers, but using pictures. My new camera (EOS 40D, in case you wanted the numbers there) has nine focus points. 'So what?' you say. Well, watch this. I focus on the book...

...or the green shirt.

The smiling face in front of me...


...or the one just behind. (It's just the one eye that does that.)

Many of you know I used to be an accountant (still am a CPA, come to think of it), so I guess it makes a little sense that the numbers mean something. But the important thing is that when you put the right lens numbers with the right camera number, you can capture beauty.

Which is what I love to do.

Autumn, Winter, Summer, Spring?

I love the seasons.

Even more, I love looking back at them.

And I can’t quite decide which season lends itself best to a wedding. Because every season has its beauty, and its remembrance:

The steadiness of summer, and the daylight that stretches long across the fields…

The multitude of colours that is autumn, and the variance of those colours on just one or two themes…

In the depth of winter, the beginnings of buds that will flourish soon…


…And spring. Oh, spring. There is such a wild exuberance in spring, flinging about its blossoms and flowers with abandon. There is abundance on the trees, and abundance spread about on the ground. Pink confetti, created by the hand of God.

And yet in spite of the gorgeous confetti, and spring’s flinging on of wedding-day garments that make you catch your breath, my vote would still lean towards autumn’s richness and glory.

But what’s your season?

Karen