Tag: long exposure
Moonlight Tonight
Peering through my driver side mirror at 7:02 a.m., having just crossed the Delaware River—Turnpike Toll Bridge into Pennsylvania ,I saw what I thought would be my best shot of the day. My mirror showed the truth: sunrise was gorgeous, and there I was stuck in my car en route from my home state of…
The Scene Takes Shape
It’d be fair to say I stepped out of both my comfort and interest zones last night. Astrophotography is a far cry from my forte, and while I do love the stars and the night sky, it’s a technique I’d rather observe through the lens work of folks far more skilled in its execution than…
Long Exposure Carnival Swings
When the nice weather comes you’ve gotta move. Yesterday was beautiful and revelers from all over descended upon a retooled Seaside Heights Boardwalk to soak in some sun, surf, boardwalk fare and top-notch people watching. Never having been one to sing odes to the virtues of a once beleaguered Seaside Boardwalk, I was beyond impressed…
Out for a Spin: Light Painting with Steel Wool
It’s pretty amazing what steel wool, wire whisks, 9-volt batteries, cameras on tripods, and some friends can do. And frankly, if you’ve already shelled out the cash for the camera and tripod this becomes cheap fun with pals. It’s best paired with dark nights, bonfires, and any libation of your choice. Every now and then—probably…
The purpling storm
With Summer winding down last night offered what may turn out to be a last chance storm chasing session for the season—not that I’ve had any storm chasing sessions this season, but I digress… As the clock passed 10 with a line of thunderstorms approaching, I had the opportunity to head out to Dock Road…
Just last night
It wasn’t until my buddy Jon and I were heading back over Manahawkin Bay en route to the mainland by way of the causeway bridge that we took note of the sky; brightly lit low hanging clouds were racing across it, seemingly illuminated by the light pollution below. Once back at my house we quickly…
Bob Ross, still with us
I grew up on Bob Ross. Streams. Mountains. Happy little trees. And while I never could paint, I’m fortunate to have found the medium of photography to capture our world in my own way. Under impressive cumulus clouds and an afternoon of time to kill, Jonathan Carr and I ventured out to Ballanger Creek Tick…