Photographic conventions don’t provide as many opportunities for photographs as you might think.
The day is full to overflowing with keynote speakers, workshops, and other sessions. There is also the trade show with many temptations. Yesterday however began at some mythical hor of the morning which I am astonished to learn occurs every day. At 6 am we were trudging up the walkway to the Wither Hills lookout above Blenheim. It was completely dark except for a few small glow-worm type flashlights carried by foresighted people. We arrived at the lookout, some of in better condition than others. Our hope was to catch the sunrise (whatever that is) spreading its golden rays across the hills and plains.
Sadly, the Eastern sky remained sullen for the most part, and the anticipated spectacle happened in a very filtered kind of way. Photographers in groups are funny to watch as they shuffle to get a clear view of their common target without including other photographers in the image. It’s a bit like watching Emperor penguins shuffle their eggs to the sheltered spot in the flock.
As I was heading back to the carpark to attend the first conference session of the day the sun finally broke through and the colours of the Marlborough landscape were at last revealed.
And that’s all I have from yesterday.