Driving home for Christmas

Two apologies. The first is that I should have posted this last night, before Christmas day.
The second is for the title of this post. I know it’s cheesy – however it explains the scenario.
It was a wintry drive from Dublin to Limavady and the fog was thick. As I approached Toome, a small village about 20 odd miles from the hot chocolate and sofa, I knew that I’d be puling over to take a photo of the Toome bridge.

The truth is that I wanted to photograph this bridge a few years ago when I once crossed it in heavy fog. That day, for whatever reason, I decided to drive on regretting  it ever since as I’d never again crossed it in those same conditions. So this time, with the setting I’d been waiting for, I knew what I had to do.

Probably looking rather dodgey as I stood alone at the side of the road in the cold dark night I spent about half an hour taking shots from various angles. The one I took from the middle of the carriageway was probably the most nerve wracking – I had to set the camera up, set the timer and do a runner! Not to be recommended…

To see the rest of the shoot click here or on the image below.

Taken with the new tilt shift lens