It is believed to be the oldest of the towns in the Cinque Terre, with the cornerstone of the church, San Lorenzo, dating from the 14th century.
Captured during that fleeting moment when the sun dips below the horizon and the world is bathed in indigo, this shot of Manarola reflects the quiet magic of the Italian Riviera. The "blue hour" allows the warm, golden glow of the village lights to pop against the deep, moody hues of the Ligurian Sea and the darkening sky.
I was really pleased with the contrast between the rugged, ancient stone of the cliffs and the delicate, pastel-coloured buildings stacked precariously above the harbour.
I went with a long exposure to smooth out the water into a silk-like texture, creating a mirror for the village’s illumination while softening the crashing surf against the rocks.
The composition seeks to lead the eye from the illuminated pathways on the left, through the heart of the village, and out toward the vast, purple-tinged horizon.
It was a race against the fading light to balance the shadows of the foreground with the vibrant glow of the windows, but the result is a scene that feels both dramatic and incredibly serene.
It is believed to be the oldest of the towns in the Cinque Terre, with the cornerstone of the church, San Lorenzo, dating from the 14th century.
Captured during that fleeting moment when the sun dips below the horizon and the world is bathed in indigo, this shot of Manarola reflects the quiet magic of the Italian Riviera. The "blue hour" allows the warm, golden glow of the village lights to pop against the deep, moody hues of the Ligurian Sea and the darkening sky.
I was really pleased with the contrast between the rugged, ancient stone of the cliffs and the delicate, pastel-coloured buildings stacked precariously above the harbour.
I went with a long exposure to smooth out the water into a silk-like texture, creating a mirror for the village’s illumination while softening the crashing surf against the rocks.
The composition seeks to lead the eye from the illuminated pathways on the left, through the heart of the village, and out toward the vast, purple-tinged horizon.
It was a race against the fading light to balance the shadows of the foreground with the vibrant glow of the windows, but the result is a scene that feels both dramatic and incredibly serene.
