I thought I was done with driving to the hinterlands and photographing the Rexleigh Covered Bridge that spans the Battenkill River.
I mean, after my triple-blue-winning Washington County 2:30 a.m. picture, with the Rexleith Bridge in the foreground and the Milky Way in the distance … I thought I had captured my “Rexleigh shot” and was done.
I thought I was done.
So explain to me why I drove back up to the Rexleigh Bridge last Saturday.
The Friday snowstorm dumped a ton of white snowy powder on the Capital Region, and I thought that if I waited for the roads to clear, I could drive the hour-long journey back to the Bridge and get a super-swank snow-capped photo.
Saturday morning, bright and early, out of bed I go. Grabbed my Nikon Df and a 28mm f/2.8 Nikkor lens.
And so long as the temperatures remain on the chilly side, I’ve got a chance at this.
An hour later, I’m at the Rexleigh Covered Bridge.
And the temperature outside … was 40 degrees.
Nertz. What would have been beautiful white fluffy snow was now slush and fog.
Well, I’m here …
No sense wasting a trip.
I decided that if I was going to photograph the bridge, I wanted to imagine a composition in which you could see the bridge – the road through it – and its travels off to the far horizon. The leading lines of the bridge that would take a traveler to a distant journey.
This shot is too close. I need to take a step or three back.
Let’s try this again.
Yeah. I’m liking this angle.
Now let’s see if I get a complementary perspective from the other side.
Take a few steps over here… man, it’s slushy as all hell over here. Between melting snow and non-raked leaves… one wrong step and I could be photographing this bridge from my backside.
Yeah… no. There’s not enough treeline in the background to make this shot worthy. When the snow falls, I want it stuck to the tree branches.
In other words … this needs to look like fresh snow, not two-day-old snow.
So here’s the deal.
I’m gonna hyper-focus on the weather report like a kid waiting for Ichabod Crane Central Schools listens to WGY to hear if Uncle Don Weeks would announce its closure for the day.
And the moment I know that another snowstorm is on the way – whether it’s a Nor’easter or a super-Nor’easter…
I’m charging out of the house at 6:00 a.m. I don’t care. I drive a Chevrolet, it’s awesome in poor driving conditions.
Yeah, I know I’m spouting all this off right now, and honestly if the weather’s too unsafe to drive in, I’m not going.
Or maybe I am.
Or maybe I’m not.
But I tell you what. At least if I DO go to get that winter photo…
I’ll have the correct shooting location to capture it.
This you know.