So, there I was, the intrepid cameraman on site at special stage no.2, “5 tons bridge” of the Manx Rally. The time is 7:40 and the stage is about to begin, so naturally the sun is about to set, but that’s okay, we have two camera’s and we’ve read all we can possibly read about taking pictures in cloudy situations, low light…bring it on mother nature.
I should perhaps point out at this juncture that I’ve chosen not to use the flash, it’s a rally, I wouldn’t appreciate a flash going off in my face at seventy miles an hour so I figure neither would rally drivers.
Four hours later, and we have a grand total of twenty seven great shots…all of the moon, because that was all I could get right, other than about forty pictures of what could be a black horse running through a black thing surrounded by black stuff. So I’ve decided night rallies are a young man’s game, all that clambering over hedgerows, the midgies [many, many midgies], the freezing of one’s…
So it’s wildlife and landscapes from now on, the only night stuff being moon shots, sunsets and the occasional peep through the curtains of number 47 Acadia… well you get the picture…
