The Light
You are not picking a date. You are picking a light.
The weather is the lighting rig, and I cannot change the elements. So here is what the next seven days are actually bringing. Gold means I am open. Tap one and it goes straight on the form.
Reading the sky...
The day, as colour
Clear sky. Hard light, sharp shadows, and squinting. Good for bold. Brutal at noon.
Thin cloud. Softened, but it still has a direction. The best of both.
Overcast. The big softbox. No shadow at all, and every hour behaves the same.
Broken and storm. It comes and goes. We wait for the break, and the break is the picture.
Hard sunSharp shadows, high contrast, nothing soft about it.
The big softboxOvercast. Even, and gentle on a face.
Storm lightDrama nobody can build for you.
After rainThe street throws it back, and the ground becomes a second sky.
Golden hourLow and warm, everything glowing, gone in minutes.
FogThe whole world goes soft and close.