Title: "He felt the sky weighing down the sea, oppressing his every thought"
I've been re-reading Edward Weston's daybooks the past few days. I'm always struck by how generally enthused he is after a day's shoot, his talk of having many fine negatives and his impatience waiting for sunny weather to print them in platinum. This morning was frosty but sunny, and I felt an urgent need to take my 4X5 camera out to the shore, to make images of the overbearing sky and the patterns in the rocks and driftwood. It's been too long since I worked with sheet film, and there was much enjoyment in developing the film, making sheet contacts and then picking a negative for a proof print.