Most of us have seen the cartoon.
You know the one where a frog is in the beak of a bird, but has its hands around the throat of the bird so it can’t be swallowed. Well, I had pretty much given up yesterday and was about to let go. My free time had been consumed with duties related to the estate of my late friend Gary. I knew I was not going to get home in time to do daylight images, so I had used my iPhone to make a couple of shots of various mundane objects in case of total disaster. I got home to my long-suffering wife and at the end of a long drab day, we were enjoying a companionable drink together. “Look!” she said. I leapt from my chair and scrambled to grab a real camera and dashed outside to capture the most spectacular burst of colour over the Eastern hills.
It deserved a wider look, so after debating about a lens change, just zoomed out as far as possible and then cropped for a panorama.
A frantic knocking on the window from inside the house drew my attention to a touch of drama in the North so I swung the camera that way. For photographers wondering what is the most valuable accessory, it is an observant spouse.
In the wider view the drama was overwhelmed so zoom back in to the astoundingly bright rainbow. A few minutes later, the whole thing shut down as if someone had flipped a switch. And then night descended.
A note of remembrance and sympathy to those who lost loved ones in the terrorist attacks on this day fourteen years ago.