I met with a new client tonight. She lives in Trumpland around West 70th St and the Hudson. After finishing up I decided to walk along the river and get some night shots. It is a pretty night, warmish but with wind. Without a tripod, avoiding camera shake was problematic but I think I came up with a few good images. Before I left though I followed the mantra…(and this is the only “rule” I never break)… I looked down, I looked around, I looked behind me and I looked up.
Lo and behold.
Told you I would be back. I love the night, I always have. I love the different feel, the texture of the air, the shadows, the mystery. I also like the night because no one else is around to interrupt your train of thought, to demand answers to questions you have answered already, to tell you that this project is a crisis and that email must be answered. Eh, I am a little bit grouchy today. Too many people wanting things, answers etc. Que Sera Sera.
Anyway, I love the night and I especially love the night on Blackfish Creek in Wellfleet, Cape Cod, MA.
My first attempt is here: http://quotidianhudsonriver.com/2014/09/26/9-26-14-weekly-photo-challenge-night/
Other views of the nighttime.
This weeks challenge is: Texture. (You knew that)
A little change in ISO and a little change in shutter speed certainly changes the texture of the water in Blackfish Creek.
ISO 6400 – f/5.3 – Shutter: 1/2 second
ISO 140 – f/5.6 – Shutter 15 seconds
A world of textural difference
Other views of texture
Ailsa’s theme this week is Shine. At about midnight on the north rim of the Grand Canyon I found my answer.
Other shiny things
A holiday Monday and the crosstown buses are running infrequently. I had spent 3 hours working with a client on the deep east side in the 70’s and decided to walk to the west side subway through the park. It was a gorgeous night. I took the 72nd Street transverse past the Bethesda Fountain to Strawberry Fields. Walk with me…
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. -
Rainer Maria Rilke
Last night it felt like spring. Almost everyone on the streets had clearly made a decision to dress as if it was 5 degrees warmer than it was and the wind was blowing 5 mph less. I just decided to wander around with the camera and play a bit.
“There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”