Running up Pew Tor at 5.45 on Sunday morning desperate to reach the top before the red light disappeared from the sky I was being pushed forward by the fear of failure.
Nearly all of my photography trips are built on excitement about a particular area, or the potential weather, but so often what propels me on the day is the desire not to miss out. With all the planning in the world I am all too often caught off guard. The light comes earlier than I expected, I leave for a mountain summit too late, or an alarm fails to go off. In situations when most photographers probably think: ‘It’s going to be great!’ I think: ‘I better not miss it’. At times, in the most dramatic locations, my emotions can verge on despair at the prospect of missing great light. What if I hadn’t been so lazy? What if I was fitter? What if I had predicted this? These are all thoughts that run through my head as I struggle to catch my breath.
Fortunately failure is a massive motivator for me, and I rarely miss out, even if I cut it a little fine (its frightening realising how many images I was only just in time for). I guess I am a worrier at heart! What follows is excitement, satisfaction, elation, vindication. I enjoy photography more than anything else I do or ever have done. It’s a massive emotional see-saw. Perhaps that’s why I find landscape photography so addictive!