Today we're going with the first sentences that introduce Gabriel in our manuscript. We first meet him in Norway, photographing high over a fjord.
The wind blew cold from the north, filling the fjord, bringing a chill to the man standing at his tripod on the steep southern slope. Gabriel Miller glanced away from the camera, looking at the skies, seeing clouds to the west, and frowned. He wanted the right light, but the weather might turn against him. Far below, down on the surface of the Sognefjorden, a boat waited near shore, his transport back to town. I wonder if the old man is getting anxious, he thought. Looking across the water to the slope he had been photographing, he sighed. His plan had been to capture the north slope in late afternoon sunlight. Those clouds were coming fast, and he knew he had lost the chance to get the images he wanted.