Timing.

Timing is everything, so they say, and never more so than in photography. From the early morning light right through the day and into the night timing can make or break your image. Taken simply, timing may just be about having enough light to render an image, at its most complex it can capture the impact of a speeding bullet as it strikes an object, it’s all about the timing. A split second, barely perceptible to the human eye can create an image that is so powerful that it resonates with viewers around the globe, a split second later that image is gone, lost forever. Timing is everything. Sadly my timing is often lacking, nothing to do with anything technical, purely put it’s the fact that I’m often in the wrong place at the right time or in the right place at the wrong time. As Eric Morecambe once famously said to Andre Previn ‘ I’m playing all the right notes, but not necessarily at the right order’. Today was a prime example. I knew the weather forecast wasn’t good, rain later in the morning they said. I kept an eye on the building cloud with a view to timing things in order to capture the heaviest, rolling clouds scudding across the Blackmore Vale before they divested themselves of their damp cargo. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell the clouds and by the time I’d got halfway to my proposed destination the heavens had opened and today’s deluge had begun. Timing, a blessing or a curse, no powerful images of rain laden clouds for me today. Instead I found myself back in the garden here, battling the breeze and attempting to capture the fragile beauty of Nigella Damascena, ‘Love in The Mist’ to you and me, their delicate leaves awash with tiny raindrops. Timing….I’d be awesome if I had some!