Hartz Bluebird
A photo from perhaps one of my favourite mornings of photography ever. It took me seven tries to score this location in these conditions. That means seven times waking up at 3am and driving out from Hobart, fitting chains, climbing in the dark on an inundated trail through howling frigid winds, blizzards, cold weather thunderstorms and pushing through snowloaded shrubs with heavy touring skis more appropriate in 40cm of Japanese pow ha! It’s necessary to go for sunrise as a soon as the sun hits the snow the subtle texture is lost, and the snow quickly melts of rocks and shrubs, loosing that untouched winter feel. Each time before this I was either unable to reach the summit because of either too deep snow making vegetation impassable, atrocious weather or in two cases reaching the summit in a complete whiteout with no light or vis. However on this try, July 2017, all the elements aligned and I reached the summit 30 minutes before the sun rose, just in time for the cloud cover to clear. An exercise in misery and adventure had finally paid off! This shot is about half an hour after the sunrise and I started to look elsewhere from the main composition. What a beautiful scene! It still amazes me even today! I think it was definitely worth the effort :)
A photo from perhaps one of my favourite mornings of photography ever. It took me seven tries to score this location in these conditions. That means seven times waking up at 3am and driving out from Hobart, fitting chains, climbing in the dark on an inundated trail through howling frigid winds, blizzards, cold weather thunderstorms and pushing through snowloaded shrubs with heavy touring skis more appropriate in 40cm of Japanese pow ha! It’s necessary to go for sunrise as a soon as the sun hits the snow the subtle texture is lost, and the snow quickly melts of rocks and shrubs, loosing that untouched winter feel. Each time before this I was either unable to reach the summit because of either too deep snow making vegetation impassable, atrocious weather or in two cases reaching the summit in a complete whiteout with no light or vis. However on this try, July 2017, all the elements aligned and I reached the summit 30 minutes before the sun rose, just in time for the cloud cover to clear. An exercise in misery and adventure had finally paid off! This shot is about half an hour after the sunrise and I started to look elsewhere from the main composition. What a beautiful scene! It still amazes me even today! I think it was definitely worth the effort :)
A photo from perhaps one of my favourite mornings of photography ever. It took me seven tries to score this location in these conditions. That means seven times waking up at 3am and driving out from Hobart, fitting chains, climbing in the dark on an inundated trail through howling frigid winds, blizzards, cold weather thunderstorms and pushing through snowloaded shrubs with heavy touring skis more appropriate in 40cm of Japanese pow ha! It’s necessary to go for sunrise as a soon as the sun hits the snow the subtle texture is lost, and the snow quickly melts of rocks and shrubs, loosing that untouched winter feel. Each time before this I was either unable to reach the summit because of either too deep snow making vegetation impassable, atrocious weather or in two cases reaching the summit in a complete whiteout with no light or vis. However on this try, July 2017, all the elements aligned and I reached the summit 30 minutes before the sun rose, just in time for the cloud cover to clear. An exercise in misery and adventure had finally paid off! This shot is about half an hour after the sunrise and I started to look elsewhere from the main composition. What a beautiful scene! It still amazes me even today! I think it was definitely worth the effort :)