Why Mountain Light Breaks Your Meter — And How to Shoot in It Anyway
The Exposure Problem Nobody Warns You About I was standing on a ridgeline in the Three Sisters Wilderness at 5:47 a.m., watching first light hit a snow-covered summit above me. The sky behind it was a deep, bruised violet. The snow itself was picking up a pink cast that I knew would last maybe four minutes. I had everything set up the night before. I knew my composition. And my meter was still lying to me.