My main intention was to take some autumn shots. It was a mild, a little damp and overcast morning which meant diffused, easily manageable, but plain lighting. My first destination was, of course, the Parsonage Cemetery. It was quiet. Even the crows were not to be heard. The only sound came from recent rain drops falling off tree branches and from drifts of fallen leaves whirling around on tomb stones in the light wind.
This image communicates the lovely melancholic feel of the Cemetery in autumn time. Love the look of the old tomb stones sprinkled with red leaves and the Parsonage and Old School just visible through the autumnal foliage.
It was a relatively early autumn time so I had to have my eyes peeled for concentration of autumn colours. This spot seemed to be the most colourful of all in the cemetery and had the greatest amount of fallen leaves on the floor. The path on which I was standing runs along the bottom edge of the cemetery and dips at this spot so I easily got a low viewpoint with leaves and branches attractively backlit directly in front of me.
Up on the moor I was amazed at a most beautiful, deep and rich amber colour of grass speckled here and there with the red of withering fireweed. There were expanses of this wonderful colour as far as the eye could see. I have recently watched the 2011 Wuthering Heights movie and was completely awed by the photography in it. The light and colours on the moor were glorious. On cloudy mornings and late afternoons there were these incredibly beautiful misty shades of green, teal and "duck egg" hues. I wanted to emulate those tones in this image. Hence the greenish hue of the sky that complements the dark gold of the grass and accentuates the broody nature of the moors.
It soon began to drizzle. I was preying it did not turn into proper rain, I so did not want to have to put my camera away. I just had to get the shots. A male figure came into view on the horizon his collar up, his step getting faster because of the rain.....click, click, click quick.....
It did not rain for long. My prayers must have been heard. Very soon the sun began pushing through the travelling clouds creating a fine, hazy light down in the valley and over Haworth. The landscape slowly assumed some lovely warm chestnut brown shades.
Then the sun was out while the sky was still laden and grey. The light kept changing and yielding some fleeting, magic moments. I stood still on top of the hill, completely dazed by so much beauty before my eyes.
Now the clouds were not ominous anymore but light and white, and fluffy, and the sky became a deep blue colour. Nice weather ensued for a while. I came out onto the road and was greeted by this straggly little young tree. I love such lone surprises on the moor. Random makings of nature that break up the bleakness here and there.
It was such a great time spent walking the moor. In fact, I always enjoy it even when the weather is not so good. I personally am not worried about getting wet or cold or anything, but I do worry about my camera. It must not get wet so I definitely would not want to get caught up there with it in torrential rain. But as long as it is mainly dry I love being up on the moor. I love the openness, the bleakness, the sweeping distant views and the exhilarating and liberating feeling the whole place gives me. And I love the constant wind that brings along so many changes in weather conditions in short spaces of time. It is such a good and welcoming thing for both photography and the soul.