Or, composing with your feet.
Went out today with a friend of mine to an old haunt, Chisholm’s Mill, in Roslin Ontario.
We generally leave the cameras in the car and wander the area we are going to photograph; kind of a reconnaissance before we get rolling.
The sun was casting shadow where we didn’t want it, so we were considering leaving and coming back in an hour or two; however, we decided to walk up the road and across the bridge, just to see what we can see.
I’m glad we did, the walk afforded us a different angle neither one of us had considered before.