Looking at the photo takes me back three years prior to a similar morning at the Mount. Magpies warbling as the first light of the day pierced a wispy layer of fog, encasing canola fields. The night prior, I had eagerly agreed to climb at the butt-crack of dawn so that a good friend and mentor, Mitch Scanlan-Bloor, could perform his wizardry behind the lens. That morning went exactly according to plan and Mitch took one of the best photos I have ever seen of Arapiles.
As an aspiring photographer that had never used a camera, I was
