I’m a night person. I love the late night silence you get around 2:00am in the morning. A couple of nights ago we got about a foot of snow overnight and while I was letting the dog out for the evening, I was inspired to drag out the tripod and the cameras to play with some night photography.
I’ve been wrapped up in the everyday things (school. weather, family obligations, etc.) and I haven’t gotten out much. With Chinook no longer to go on the trails, I haven’t really taken any pictures in a while. This is also evident by the fact that my figure is starting to look like the Orange mascot on game day.
So, I bring the dog in and then I setup my equipment outside. Forgot the video card. Grab the card out of my PC. The battery is dead. Back into the office for the spare battery. It’s not where I would I expect it to be. I look in the office. I look in the desk. I finally find it in my backpack in the basement. Now I’m ready. Back outside. Wind has blown over the tripod. There is moisture on the lens from laying in the snow. I bring the camera back inside to dry off the lens. Back to the tripod. I shoot three exposures and the spare battery is dead.
I pack everything up and head back into the house. I plugged the camera into the wall and shot for about an hour playing with all different combinations of shutter speed and lighting. Nothing really great to speak of, but it felt good to get a few hours of shooting.
Everything is now on the charger as we speak.



