“An hour passed in that grey soup and I thought - Well, not today mate. Happened before, will happen again ... the world is not turning around your camera to make you happy every time you press the shutter.”
That morning as soon as my eyes snapped open in the pre-dawn darkness I could feel something special was going to happen – I imagined all of the elements of a monumental sunrise and could not wait to start shooting.
When we arrived to where we had set the line the day before we found that nature had started working on other magic tricks and the thickest fog cloaked everything. We couldn’t see each other though we were only a few metres apart. An hour passed in that grey soup and I thought, “Well, not today mate. Happened before, will happen again ... the world is not turning around your camera to make you happy every time you press the shutter.”
I was ready to bail when in a dramatic whoosh the fog dropped down just a tiny bit towards the valley floor. A whispy sea of white tendrils licked up through eucalypt trees threatening to spill back over the plateau. This spectacular scenery lasted for about an hour before the blanket of clouds underneath us disappeared and the world was normal once again.
Highliner Chris Wallace (@25mmoflife), Blue Mountains, Australia