I’d left Dave (Zzathras) and Dave (Davefitch) further down the hill and headed upwards through the forest. The pack and head in my backpack making me sweat through the Buffalo that had been cold back in the flat. The juniours were descending already and I had’nt found a worthy spot. I wanted views, distance and perspective. Just to wet my whistle (and rest my legs) I set the head up and made a few exposures of the first juniour riders at an “ok” looking corner. Camera hard against the ground to keep the course tape out of the way, focus locked and panning. I cursed myself for a lazy fool and packed the kit up again to resume climbing to the vantage point I was sure awaited. Why was I wasting my time with this “small fry” stuff, I should be making “epic” pictures somewhere! In hindsight, of course, I much preferred these images to some of the epics I tried to set up. It was too soon I reached the top of the course, empty handed and sweating so I could’nt see through my glasses. There was no epic vantage point. I tried one location slightly further down and got peanuts. Frustrated, I decided to go with the only shot I had in my head. At the very bottom of the course was a well built jump sure to attract spectators. I could light the jumping rider and pull back to include the fans.
When I got there, I discovered fans were thin on the ground, but I was knackered and out of lucozade and haribo. Screw it, I would work the angles and try to find a picture.
The result: Meh. However I’m “inspired” to keep lugging that darn light to other DH races and see if I can do better.