Photographic moments pass by all of the time. Some are fleeting while some stay around for a little longer. The afternoon sun might just shine on my back verandah very briefly on a cold, winter day.
The horse might lift her head and prick her ears against a stormy sky for a split second.
I might happen to be at this wide water trough just as the sun is rising.
Once a year, a helicopter flies over the hills and rocks flushing out feral goats to the mustering team on the ground. The below shot was taken last year and we are about to get started on this job all over again. Apart from providing back up where we can, the kids and I are generally left to follow along at the end grabbing photos and pushing along any slower animals.
I am treating this upcoming muster as a photographic assignment, in my mind. It is a chance to capture machines and men going up against cunning goats who know these hills inside out. It only happens once a year and the whole thing moves very quickly. If all goes to plan I will be hiding in these trees as the wave of goats passes over the hill.
Will I be able to get closer than I did last year? I certainly hope so.
Will my settings work a little magic on the day?
Will my reflexes, patience and nerves hold up?
This moment will pass, in the meantime I hope to capture some of the action in big, clear shots. Time will tell.
Happy Sunday, friends.