Click for Larger Image - After the Rain, Temperance River, Minnesota“Are you waiting for the light?” A voice said from behind me.
I turned and saw the fisherman I had passed a few minutes ago, further down the river. He seemingly hadn't noticed my passage, being fully engrossed in his task. Apparently he had decided to try his luck on a different pool.
“Yes. It was perfect when I set up, and then of course, these clouds rolled in.” I said with a grin, pointing at the rain clouds, now almost overhead.
“Hmm,” he muttered with a chuckle, “What were you hoping for?”
“Well, I visualized the scene as being shaded by the clouds, but still having blue reflections on the rocks from some open patches of sky. The image is going to need some color contrast to hold together in my opinion. But so it goes. How's the fishing been? Catch anything”
Large raindrops began to fall around us. Instinctively I capped my lens.
“It's been more casting than catching, that's for sure.” He replied. “But this is a beautiful river, and I'm more than happy to spend a morning here, no matter what happens.”
“Indeed, I oftentimes feel the same way with what I do. Thankfully there's fulfillment in the process, and it's undoubtedly a privilege to simply be out here. This is truly a beautiful place.”
He nodded knowingly and glanced back at the sky. “Well, I guess I'll leave you to it. Be patient. Things will work out as they're meant to.”
“Thanks, you too.” I said, eying his fly rod. “Enjoy the rest of your time out, and good luck.”
With a smile he walked on, leaving both of us to continue searching the dark pools of the Temperance in our own ways.
I eyed the scene before my lens, now a muted gray and dripping wet. On the far horizon a hint of intense, robin's egg blue was barely visible above the tree line. The light I had been hoping for? Perhaps. The sun was behind me and the clouds seemed to be moving in the right direction. There was nothing to do except wipe some of the water off my field camera and wait.
Soon, the rain stopped and it became apparent that the clear portion of sky was actually moving in my direction. I realized that the rain drenched rock would act as even more of a reflector than I had originally envisioned. Excited, I doubled checked the focus and loaded a sheet of film into the camera. Lens closed? Check. Aperture set? Check. Shutter speed set? Check. Shutter armed for firing? Check.
I breathed a contented sigh. Usually it seems that when an image isn't going to work, it lives up to that expectation. As such, it's always good to have a reward every now and then. Morning sunlight began to appear on the trees along the far ridge opposite to me. I was ready. The window of transitory light, caused by clearing cloud cover oftentimes is only a matter of seconds.
Sunlight began to trickle into the scene, slowly at first and then with seemingly increasing speed, warming the light and adding dimensionality to the elements before me. Closer and closer. Now! Carefully, I squeezed the cable shutter release. Quickly, the sheet of film was sealed back into its packet and removed from the holder, a secondary sheet was then placed back into the holder. I fired it was well, though I realized the quality of light had already change in the time it had taken me to change film. Then, it was over. The clouds moved fully past the sun, and the entire scene became intensely lit.