Catching the late afternoon light through the window, I wondered if I could get to the River Dee before the sun set below the Grampian hills. Nipping across town, I was too late. I wandered up along the Dee, scoping out snaps that I wanted to take when the light was right.
Just as I was going to give up, the sun re-appeared, shining through the trees, glinting off the water for a few minutes. Composing the picture I wanted to capture, drawing with light, there was nothing else that I could do. A kindly dog-walker told me where a heron was hunting.
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