I had been out "rambling" (mind you, not hiking) through the countryside a short distance from the little village of Malham, Yorkshire in early January. It had been a typical cloudy winters day with a light drizzle and nothing in the way of color. I hadn't taken a single photo and I figured there wasn't the slightest chance of a sunset. I was about to set off down the return path when, suddenly, the clouds parted to reveal the most glorious colors!
I wanted to capture more of the sky's reflection on the limestone "pavement" on which I was standing, but it was very—very!—slippery, so I didn't dare step backward any further. I sat down where I was and fired off maybe twenty-five shots until the light show ended a couple of minutes later.
I had been out "rambling" (mind you, not hiking) through the countryside a short distance from the little village of Malham, Yorkshire in early January. It had been a typical cloudy winters day with a light drizzle and nothing in the way of color. I hadn't taken a single photo and I figured there wasn't the slightest chance of a sunset. I was about to set off down the return path when, suddenly, the clouds parted to reveal the most glorious colors!
I wanted to capture more of the sky's reflection on the limestone "pavement" on which I was standing, but it was very—very!—slippery, so I didn't dare step backward any further. I sat down where I was and fired off maybe twenty-five shots until the light show ended a couple of minutes later.
