August 12, 2019; Northwest of Locarno, Switzerland. It was a dark and stormy day; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the valley (for it is in Italian Switzerland that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the water-logged photographer who struggled against the torrent.
But then, a break in the clouds, which was of benefit, for until that moment the day (photographically for me anyway — my dear wife had done far better) has been a wash.
As a fortnight and a half had gone by, I had been ready to reject the entire day’s effort as a complete loss, even after examining the sodden images again and again.
Until one stood out, and even that one had to be subjected to long but delicate effort to transform that which the camera had recorded into what I had environed. Many pixels’ lives were forever changed in the slow but inexorable process of transformation.
And so after much labor I present it to you thus, and beg your indulgence.
(Nikon D850, Tamron SP 24–70mm f/2.8 Di VC USD G2. RAW processing in DxO PhotoLab 2.3; Editing in Adobe Photoshop.)