It's been 3 days. It feels longer. 3 days of intense action. Watching, waiting, ready at a moment's notice. A constant eye on details, for 'that' moment. Finger poised ready to capture. Early mornings, late nights. A frantic dash. Poetry in motion as the many different fractions come together. Sometimes you're in the shadows, sometimes in the thick of the action. No time. Never enough time. You pace, you plot, you plan, but there is no plan. You try to outline the image in your head, hoping the players follow the lines in your mind, they almost never do... A clean view is quickly obscured. A random light, a bright orange blur, a hand, all distract. You have to keep going, wade through those distractions looking for the image you saw in your head. It's a constant battle. This is my Tour de Yorkshire. Behind the scenes for a team. One Pro Cycling. Access to the very soul, the very lifeblood of my sport. It's not just about the riders. They are the final piece of the jigsaw, but the overall picture involves many pieces that fit so well together. My job; report what I see, tell a story through my images. It's a hard job. For riders, for staff, for me. I love this job. Love the sheer randomness. Loved the Tour de Yorkshire.
Goosebump moments. The crowds, the action, the noise, oh the sheer joy of the crowds cheering, banging the boards, celebrating each and every competitor, soaking up every pedal stroke. The bunting, the church halls with tea & cake. Capturing their passion, via my camera. Its intoxicating.