Why Bother?
Why we really take photographs
The alarm has just shocked me awake from a very deep, potentially restorative sleep. It’s 3.00 a.m., my heart is racing a little as a result of my having been dragged so suddenly from slumber and I definitely do not want to get out of bed. It’s pitch black outside and the only other people up at this hour are shift workers and people on their way home from bars and clubs. But when I went to bed — not long enough ago — the forecast was suggesting the conditions were right for a beautiful, low-lying mist in the valleys of north Dorset. Those are the sort of conditions that landscape photographers live for, so I’d set my alarm accordingly.
