I have always tried to be thoughtful in my photography, maybe to a fault. By that I mean, I think quite a bit about an image before I open the shutter. Sometimes I think about a particular photograph I want to make for days before I actually put my eye to the viewfinder. Sometimes all the planning and forethought makes for a nice image; other times my work looks contrived. But even when I am trying to realize a preconceived idea, I try to remain open so I can adapt to unforseen conditions: too cloudy or too sunny, too windy or to calm, etc. Despite my best efforts to adapt to changing situations, unforseen circumstances ruin many of my photos. But once in a while a happy accident occurs and I end up with a much better photograph than I ever imagined.
For a while now, I have wanted to make a low, wide angle, big sky, silhouette of Oma, just after sunrise. I have been looking for a spot that has a clear view of the sky without a messy horizon, not all that easy to find in the City. Yesterday I managed to get out of the house about the right time and there was a pretty nice sunrise. I raced (so to speak, sorry Oma) to a spot I had scouted out in Washington Park, hoping to get there in time to capture the decent light.
I got there, jumped off the bike and started shooting. I was experimenting with fill flash, no flash, and different shutter speed/f stops for a couple minutes when another bicyclist rode by through my shot. I never imagined another person in this photo, but rather than wait for him to ride by I kept shooting as fast as the little Panasonic Lumix LX3 would shoot (not very). Part luck, part planning, I managed to capture this decisive moment.