To be a lonely photographer…
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…is risky. As I wrote, most of the time I take the photos alone, and travel alone. This is what only photographers can understand. To spend such a long time with settings and waiting for the right moment, it is like hunter’s life. I know, this Cape Schanck story a little bit long but there are interesting photos what I would like to share with you.
So, that night I was not alone and with the other photographer I met there we decided to visit the Pulpit Rock – maybe we wouldn’t make the same decision alone. It is the end of the national park. There is nothing behind the rock, the next island is Tasmania. The challenge here that you must walk through on slippery rocks, and you can do it only if the tide is low, as you won’t remain dry if you choose wrong time or spend too much time out there.
The photo was taken before we walked through on the rounded rocks. Lady Aurora Australis still danced in orange / peach colour.
To be continued…
