#deserte

I have come to realise that all Eastern Europeans are crazy :). And I mean that as a huge compliment. Whilst spending an hour down at Pulpit Rock, I was joined by a photographer from that part of the world who simply wasn't content with the shot I managed to get and decided to climb down into the sea and get some shots from really low down. In the end, it cost him his Big Stopper. No, that is not a euphemism, it is the nickname for a 10-stop Lee Filter. Anyway, I think his name was Eric, the wind was so strong and loud that I could barely hear what he was saying. But I was jealous that he had managed to climb down the rock face and that he was brave enough to stand practically in the sea whilst taking his images. I thought I was a risk taker when it came to getting in the right place for the shot, standing on crumbling ledges and on the edges of cliffs - but 'Eric' took the word crazy to an entirely new level :). I left before he did...I hope he managed to climb back up ok!

Lonely Boat by TheNarratographer

For today, it was just the seagulls and I. Not another person put in an appearance in the entirety of my quiet time at Kimmeridge. I had initially intended to go to Durdle Door, but the plethora of cars that littered the make-shift car park at the foot of the camping site, implored me to seek my fortune elsewhere. And so I did, arriving at a deserted Kimmeridge a little after 7am. There was a little less colour in the sky than there was hope in my heart and having taken a handful of throwaway images, I almost decided to pack up and head home. The sun seemed to be late for work and even by 8.30am, still it hadn’t put in an appearance. But just as my camera and I got drenched for the final time, by angry and unpredictable waves, the light slowly began to lift itself above the hills to my left. And what a sight it was, with orange and blue hues washing themselves across the sky as if making a hurried break for Portland. The sea was rendered innate by this show of lights and where the waves had once crashed into the shore, they now tiptoed in as if worried for the safety of the rocks. I cannot remember how many seconds this exposure took, but it felt like enough time to capture both sunrise and sunset in a single frame. It was certainly enough time for me to take far too many puffs on my new electronic cigarette. That’s right, I have given up smoking. It has been a nearly a month now and apart from dropping the aforementioned device in the sea a few days ago, all has been good. Smoking, like a good friend, has accompanied me on every photography trip I have ever been on. As invaluable as my camera, it was there for the seemingly infinite moments between shots, the quiet reflection that we photographers spend between clicks of button. Those are the longest moments, moments full of hope and wonder; and all too often, despair.

Sin duda una de las características de este postre y el éxito del mismo es que resulte que nuestra Mousse este aireada, es decir que al comerla tengamos esa sensación esponjosa y suave, esto lo vamos a conseguir a base de unas buenas claras montadas.

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