I want to get started early, maybe 4:00 pm. I know the sun is setting earlier now, and I'd love to use the last rays to complement the lighting pack I've brought, maybe as a hair light. But traffic on Bathurst, unexpectedly heavy due to some accident somewhere farther up, sets us back. By the time I've set up our first area and lit it appropriately, the sun is too low, hidden behind the trees that edge this yard and the next. No matter. I have enough light to fake the sun.
I know nobody's getting paid for this, but I still feel like I should make an effort to thank the people involved. I've brought wine for Ron and for Lyuba, our model. There's a bit of an awkward moment when I present the bottle to Lyuba; she looks at me askance, thinking I want her to drink it there and then. When I assure her that I have no intention of getting her drunk for the shoot, she relaxes, and we all have a bit of a laugh. It goes smoothly after that.
Shoots like this are magical, yet ephemeral. A round of thanks, promises to remain in touch. Then we gather our gear in the deepening gloom, say our goodbyes and quietly slip away into the shadows.