Blue hour at Fjäderholmarna
The ferry back to the city leaves at twenty past seven, which is exactly when the sky turns that deep, inky blue. I stayed on the rocks for the last boat instead. Shot on a 35mm, ISO 800, handheld against a railing.
Field notes from slow walks with a camera — light, weather and quiet places in the north.
The ferry back to the city leaves at twenty past seven, which is exactly when the sky turns that deep, inky blue. I stayed on the rocks for the last boat instead. Shot on a 35mm, ISO 800, handheld against a railing.
Woke up at five to catch the fog lifting off the water. It never fully lifted — and honestly the photos are better for it. Everything flattened into three or four grey layers.
Limestone sea stacks, warm evening light and far too many sheep. A short note on why I keep coming back to Fårö, and a few frames from the north shore.
When the sun barely sets, "golden hour" lasts for three hours. Some practical notes on metering, white balance and simply remembering to go to sleep.