Moonlit Pigeon Point at Midnight
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I always feel weird when I go shooting in the middle of the night alone. The little kid in me seems to have some fear and respect for the dark of night. Last night, the little kid's voice in my head was going overtime trying to talk me out of going to the coast to shoot this image. I finally at length decided this voice is useless (mostly). I feel much better now.
I mean, after all, next month I'll be trotting all over the place all by myself in dangerous conditions across the central plains, both day and night, and so I better grow a pair now if I'm going to ever respect myself. Seriously, I'm now glad I listened the my inner sense of reason.
Once I was at the lighthouse, it was about Midnight and the wind was howling and cold. I got my jacket on, and went to my camera bag and discovered I left my remote at home once again. The moonlight was plenty strong, so I knew I'd get a shot, but I wanted to try some real long exposures, and now it wasn't going to happen. The atmosphere was quiet, other than the crashing waves against the cliffs and the high winds, and I would actually call it peaceful and calming, at least that's how I felt at the time.
I wound up taking all the usual shots, and was feeling sort of frustrated until I came up to the fence line here. Immediately, I knew what I wanted to get. This feels like an Edward Hopper Painting to me. I like the shadows, and the fence-line a lot. Clouds were flying by, and I got some cool shots with blurred clouds, but this shot seemed to sum up the feeling of the night best.
I'm sure glad I didn't chicken out this late evening.
Moonlit Pigeon Point at Midnight
Best Viewed Large Size On Black
I always feel weird when I go shooting in the middle of the night alone. The little kid in me seems to have some fear and respect for the dark of night. Last night, the little kid's voice in my head was going overtime trying to talk me out of going to the coast to shoot this image. I finally at length decided this voice is useless (mostly). I feel much better now.
I mean, after all, next month I'll be trotting all over the place all by myself in dangerous conditions across the central plains, both day and night, and so I better grow a pair now if I'm going to ever respect myself. Seriously, I'm now glad I listened the my inner sense of reason.
Once I was at the lighthouse, it was about Midnight and the wind was howling and cold. I got my jacket on, and went to my camera bag and discovered I left my remote at home once again. The moonlight was plenty strong, so I knew I'd get a shot, but I wanted to try some real long exposures, and now it wasn't going to happen. The atmosphere was quiet, other than the crashing waves against the cliffs and the high winds, and I would actually call it peaceful and calming, at least that's how I felt at the time.
I wound up taking all the usual shots, and was feeling sort of frustrated until I came up to the fence line here. Immediately, I knew what I wanted to get. This feels like an Edward Hopper Painting to me. I like the shadows, and the fence-line a lot. Clouds were flying by, and I got some cool shots with blurred clouds, but this shot seemed to sum up the feeling of the night best.
I'm sure glad I didn't chicken out this late evening.