Mothers Day OMV MTB

An added benefit of having no offspring is that Mothers Day is moot and just another Sunday. As those encumbered labour over burning toast and preparing brekky trays, we are out, as we are most mornings, on our bikes, enjoying quieter roads and trails.

As this sight of the bridge greeted me as I made my way to the North, I knew there would be some nice  shots to be had as the predawn light struggled to penetrate the morning fog which enveloped the city.

Needles to say, I didn't do much riding, and when on lap 3 my saddle snapped off (must invest in a dropper post) I was only to happy to grab the camera and harass my mates.

Now I'm no sports shooter and like my work to be deliberate and considered, and I have something to learn about AF-C on the D800, but I like the moody atmosphere and the beauty of the morning and the trail captured.