(Photo by the author, December 2013, between Abu Dhabi and Dubai with the lovely Ms. Julia Ormond)
Look at me, hair blown, 120km h−1, rather a lot in love with life. I am in the fast lane and happy. Sometimes that’s all you want, a fast car, a good friend and a destination. Yet, at others you need and want to go slow, have time to stop and appreciate things… to photograph.
It was a delicious day today, as I awoke, preempting my alarm by 7 minutes, I felt the crisp cool near frost temperatures of a clear winter morning, seeping under drapes and into the bedroom. I had two cameras with films nearly used and I knew I would be covering some beautiful and varied scenery.
I had every intention of taking my time and driving slow. I had to pick up my grandmother in a town 35km up SH1, then we would travel to my mothers through 115km of farm land, plains, river gorges and costal roads. Lunch on the orchard and then 105km over a pronounced range with stunning views and then a lakeside drive. Primula planting and then, lastly, 35km home - at sunset with a massive golden orb against pure azure skies.
Guess how many photos I took today? None. Not one. I didn’t slow down 20km into my journey for whisky tendrils of fog sliding down a hillside. I didn’t stop for early and sharp sun framing a mountain peak. I certainly didn’t even hazard a glance at warm afternoon sun striking through a glade. I didn’t take a single photo.
Instead I tore nearly 300km around this beautiful island, never once backtracking, and didn’t take a single photo. Instead I growled at Sunday drivers, focused on the tripmeter in the dash and was to focused on the timings of the day to consider the splendour.