Swansong of a 350D
The last light painting shot I took with my 350D before it went weird on me and refused to do manual. I think it's something about Barrowburn. The previous time I'd stayed here, my telephoto lens jumped out of the bag halfway up a hill, lost forever. Then this time the camera went peculiar. What next time I wonder?
Notice the light pollution here. Ridiculous that there should be any at all this far up into the hills. I'm assuming it's the lights of Jedburgh, over on the other side of the border in Scotland.
Swansong of a 350D
The last light painting shot I took with my 350D before it went weird on me and refused to do manual. I think it's something about Barrowburn. The previous time I'd stayed here, my telephoto lens jumped out of the bag halfway up a hill, lost forever. Then this time the camera went peculiar. What next time I wonder?
Notice the light pollution here. Ridiculous that there should be any at all this far up into the hills. I'm assuming it's the lights of Jedburgh, over on the other side of the border in Scotland.