Because of the recent time change for daylight savings time getting up in the morning to catch the sunrise just got an hour earlier. Arriving at Clingman’s Dome before 7am and an hour and a half drive meant getting up pretty early in the morning. I didn’t have a lot of time this weekend so I only spent about 40 minutes at Clingman’s Dome.
The sky was mostly clear and the common layer of fog that covers the valley was mild but despite the conditions it’s practically impossible to walk away from Clingman’s Dome without a usable shot.
For this shot I feel like I got lucky because I was on the other side of the parking lot and about to leave since the sunrise was mostly over but because of where I parked I had to walk back around and saw this beautiful scene.
I think that it is ironic that often I find the best shots are the first, the last and the ones that hit me by surprise. The ones that I take my time and carefully plan out, while technically superior, can sometimes turn out a little dull. I don’t think that I am alone in this and it speaks volumes about photography as an art form.
We photographer worry so much about the details like what aperture will give me maximum sharpness and does lens A have better barrel distortion than lens B. Not to say that these things do not matter, but I think that if sometimes we spent as much time working on artistic composition, creative expression and above all else, being in the right place at the right time instead of worrying about technical details, we would see are photography improve much more than the latest and greatest DSLR or lens could ever give us.
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