I’m a paradox.
For me, the best part of photography is the people I encounter when I’m out and about. Which is ironic because I absolutely detest having people in my shot. I don’t mind them around me but I have to restrain myself from pushing them out of the way if they appear in front of the lens. I’m not a prima donna though (and I don’t have a whistle @hannahelizabeth_t
😉) but I die inside a little if I see them when I’m pixel peeping afterwards. That’s why those specks on the horizon of this image infuriate me 😄
But. Those specks are special. They’re a fascinating family who ambled up to me whilst I was framing another shot a few minutes after this one. Very well spoken but dressed like they were from the 19th century, we chatted for a while about the scenery and wildlife that was popping up around us. They knew a lot about seals and kestrels whereas I knew a lot about geology so the conversation flowed well I would say.
The most surreal part though was when they wished me luck - I returned to squinting at my stopwatch to see if my long exposure had finished cooking and when I looked around again a few seconds later they’d disappeared. And I could see all around me.
No, they weren’t ghosts and no they hadn’t tumbled down a cliff but I don’t know what happened to them. Maybe you’ll encounter them if you wander this stretch of The Lizard and if you do, take a photo...