Barry accompanied her, keen to see how she measured up to what he’d heard about her from Damian. He interviewed her while she set up her equipment – asking about her choice of subject and why she’d chosen it. He noted the lens and the settings that she’d be using, and then he took some shots of Mel at work and of her subject – one or two over her shoulder to show the reader the setting of Mel’s viewpoint.
She didn’t tell Barry, but she was delighted that Sean hadn’t asked for that spot to shoot from. It would have been a better location for the joint subject. Now, however, it was her prize. She couldn’t imagine that Sean could have picked a better target image.
The view was so lovely in the sunlight that now warmed her shoulders that she wished that she could find an excuse to remain there longer, but she told Barry that she was ready to move on.
She was headed next to Crummock Water – north of Buttermere and close to the hotel. Barry walked with her part of the way to meet up with Sean and to interview him and record his choice of viewpoint.
Mel had chosen a position by the lakeside where she had a line of rocks as foreground to add interest to the lake and across to the mountains of Blea Crag and Scale Knott.
When she’d finished, she made her way back to the hotel to meet up with the others. They’d already arrived and Barry had uploaded Sean’s images onto his iPad. Mel passed her camera to Barry so that he could upload hers. They sat around the empty dining table with Barry between them and his tablet computer screen handy for them all to view their results.
For the moment at least, personal antipathy between Mel and Sean was forgotten as the three of them inspected each image and appraised them as peer professionals. When Sean saw Mel’s shot of the Sentinels however, his comment – however it had been intended – indirectly reflected considerable praise.
‘Shit!’ he said, his head in his hands, ‘Why didn’t I think of that. It’s a shot I’ve done loads of times.’
Mel praised the way that Sean had captured the majesty of the waterfall, and asked him about his settings.
Barry explained that he hoped to have everything in place ready for the magazine’s October issue. He promised them a preview of the article. They continued their discussion of the day, and of trends in professional equipment, as they ate their early afternoon lunch.
When the two men had packed and driven off to their respective homes, Mel waited for her dad to come for her. Jack, her brother was playing in an away match that day. It was a long journey for her dad to make and she had no idea how long he would be, so she sat with her backpack and case at a bench in the hotel garden, enjoying the sunshine and replaying the events of the day in her mind. It had been a fascinating experience overall.
Mel reckoned that she’d need a couple of nights to process the images on her media cards, culling the ones she’d ignore for now and concentrating on the probable “keepers”. She hoped that it wouldn’t take more time than that. She wouldn’t have much control over the photos that Barry would use for the magazine, but the ones she would use for her own purposes – such as an exhibition or online in social media – that was a different matter. She could use her own creative skills to curate those into a collection.
Another shot today fit the storyline. I took these a few years ago when I spent a weekend at Lake Buttermere. From that outing, I’ve chosen this one of the Crummock Water.
I used my Pentax K-1 36 MP full-frame camera together with a Pentax 24-70 mm f/2.8 lens. The shutter speed was 1/1250 secs at f/11 and 28 mm. The ISO was 800.