We’re in the Palouse region of Washington State looking for places to shoot rolling hills. Yesterday we wound our way up to the base of a wind turbine and parked in the shade of the tower. Vlad, Tory, and Colin did some shooting. I had a nap.
Since this is the 7th post in my series on the importance of nap time it should come as no surprise that I believe in naps on photo trips. This time, I’m napping at Dante’s View in Death Valley National Park.
Canon EOS 5D Mark II, 70-200 f/2.8 IS. 180mm, ISO 200, 1/15 sec. @ f/11. Photo courtesy of Vlad Sadovsky.
Back in February I wrote about the importance of nap time when I was on a trip to the Washington Coast. I was reminded again of the importance of naps during photographic trips again last weekend when we were in the Palouse region.
Friday was a very, very, long day. I was up at 6am and we didn’t get to our motel in Colfax, WA until 12:30am on Saturday morning. With sunrise at around 5:15am that meant a 4:15am wake-up call. Ugh.
Nap time is the only thing that got me through the day. Amusingly I wound up napping on Steptoe Butte twice, exactly 12 hours apart. The above photo is the first nap in the cool morning air at 6:10am. The second nap was in the shadow cast by our car at 6:10pm, when the temperature was around 35C.
Canon 5D Mark II, 70-200 f/2.8L IS. 70mm, ISO 200, 1/10 @ f/11. Photo courtesy of Vlad Sadovsky, post-processing by David Pitcher.
One thing I learned about photography on my trip to Antarctica last year was how important nap time is. When you are waking up early every day for sunrise, staying up late every night for sunset, and backing up images in-between, there is very little time for sleeping and eating. When the opportunity for a nap presents itself, you need to take it.
This afternoon while we were shooting in the Hoh Rainforest, Vlad and David became quite enthralled with a stream. The stream smelled like rotting salmon, probably because of the rotting salmon on the riverbanks. I took a few photos and gave up. Then I spotted a nice little spot on the opposing hillside, where a tiny bit of sun was shining (the first real sun we’d seen all weekend). I bailed on the stinky river, curled up, and went to sleep.
Have you ever taken a nap while out photographing? Where were you, and was it as refreshing as my nap was?