When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls, and the stars begin to twinkle in the sky—in the mist of a memory you wander back to me, breathing my name with a sigh…
The old song suits the island. It’s a magical place.
What is the one thing that we need for a successful shoot at dusk on a summer night in even the most magical places?
Bug repellent! You can hardly tell there were a million mosquitoes biting like mad when this was shot but the light made it all worthwhile.
The photo was taken at Gull Harbour on Hecla Island, Manitoba, Canada. I set up a tripod on the bank and waited for just the right moment. This was taken at the changing of the guard, when the sun sets and the moon rises. The sky had a very pronounced purple cast that deepened quickly.
Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi with a 75-300mm lens at 95mm. Shot in RAW at ISO 100, f/4.5 and a shutter speed of 0.4 seconds.
Writer’s note: I know what you are thinking. Being eaten alive by bugs has nothing to do with writing and, with the possible exception of Leiningen Versus the Ants, you would be right. What does have to do with writing is the color I found and continued to capture when the sun was completely down. For the first time in my life, I watched as deep purple fell over the landscape. No, not purplish or somewhat shadowy violet. Deep purple. And it fell. The lyrics to the song were written in 1938 or I might have been compelled to write them that evening, mosquitoes and all.