Racing the light

当他车轮滚滚驶过弗朗西斯卡的住处时，她正在牲口棚里做家务。牲口的喧闹声掩盖了一部分大路上传来的声音。而罗伯特金凯德正向猪背桥驶去，追光逐年！

在第二座桥的拍摄很顺利，那桥坐落在山谷中，当他到达时晨雾孩子上升。三百米的镜头里取得的景是左上角一轮巨大的太阳，其余部分是通向桥的蜿蜒的白石路和桥本身。

然后他在三百米的测距镜中收进来的是一个农夫赶着一队浅棕色的比利时马，拉着一辆车在白色的路上走。这是最后的旧式老乡了，金凯德想着，笑了。当好镜头来到时，他是知道的， 他拍摄时已经能想见最后印出来是什么样。拍竖镜头时他留下了一片光亮的天空， 可以在上面写下标题。

Francesca was in the barn doing chores when he barreled past her place. Noise from the livestock cloaked any sound from the road. And Robert Kincaid headed for Hogback Bridge, racing the years, chasing the light.

Things went well at the second bridge. It sat in a valley and still had mist rising when he arrived. The 300-millimeter lens gave him a big sun in th upper-left part of his frame, with the rest taking in the winding white rock road toward the bridge and the bridge itself.

Then into his viewfinder came a farmer driving a team of light brown Belgians pulling a wagon along the white road. One of the last of oldstyle boys, Kincaid thought, grinnig.  He knew when the good ones came by could already see what the final print would look like as he worked. On the vertical shots he left some light sky where a title could go.