Day 12 – The Shot I Was Waiting For

Today was the kind of day every photographer dreams about—when vision, light, and landscape come together just right.

Our day began with an early start to chase a photo I had long envisioned: Mount Tryfan, towering above the serene waters of Llyn Ogwen, framed by a lone tree, a cascading waterfall, and, if we were lucky, dramatic light. And we were lucky.

As we arrived, clouds parted just enough to let shafts of golden morning light spill across the rocky face of Tryfan, while mists lingered in the valley. The waterfall shimmered, the lake lay still, and that single, wind-shaped tree added the perfect foreground element. Awen and Nessy were happy to sniff around while I got into the zone. This was one of those rare moments where the picture I had in my mind became real, and even better—straight out of the camera, no edits needed.

Later, we began heading east and made a stop at the Point of Ayr Lighthouse, standing solitary and iconic at the edge of the Dee Estuary. The beach stretched out with a stark kind of beauty, and we wandered around in the breeze, the dogs chasing seagulls across the sands.

Before calling it a day, we visited Conwy, a town steeped in medieval charm. We walked around the town walls, peeked at Conwy Castle, and enjoyed the bustling harbour. Then came a final treat: a refreshing swim at Conwy Morfa Beach. The tide was gentle, the light warm, and even the dogs took a dip, happy as ever.Leia mais