McMollie
Six forty-five a.m. (1/2/07)
In case you were wondering, this is what 6:45 a.m. looks like. It's dark. If I'd thought about it at all or even thought I might be so gauche as to be awake at such an hour, I'd have thought to bring my new tripod and take this picture right.
As it was I was resting the camera on the top of the Bugglette, but the exposure time was so long that there's plenty of shake. I thought it was interesting how different the photograph and the real thing looked because of the HID parking lot lights.
If you know me, you might be asking why I was awake at 6:45 a.m., let alone, dressed, pressed and in the office parking lot. Frankly, I'm still asking myself that question. But, nevertheless, I was there and after taking this picture, I went into my office and worked . . . and worked . . . and worked . . . until almost 15 hours had passed and I started losing brain function and had to just . . . leave.
Six forty-five a.m. (1/2/07)
In case you were wondering, this is what 6:45 a.m. looks like. It's dark. If I'd thought about it at all or even thought I might be so gauche as to be awake at such an hour, I'd have thought to bring my new tripod and take this picture right.
As it was I was resting the camera on the top of the Bugglette, but the exposure time was so long that there's plenty of shake. I thought it was interesting how different the photograph and the real thing looked because of the HID parking lot lights.
If you know me, you might be asking why I was awake at 6:45 a.m., let alone, dressed, pressed and in the office parking lot. Frankly, I'm still asking myself that question. But, nevertheless, I was there and after taking this picture, I went into my office and worked . . . and worked . . . and worked . . . until almost 15 hours had passed and I started losing brain function and had to just . . . leave.