Taking Pictures of Other Things When You Can't Take Pictures of ISON

Taking Pictures of Other Things When You Can't Take Pictures of ISON - Part 2

ISON was a bust but even when plans don't work out, there are options. It was too cloudy the early morning I went to the Vinoy to capture Ison, so I decided to play around with some night pictures. We continue, then, with part two and some experimenting with the camera at Vinoy, then over to Demen's Landing, and from there, downtown on Central Avenue.

Some of these, particularly the downtown skyscraper-scape and the Whitted Airport look similar but I made varying degrees of changes with the settings.

I'm not a fan of the star look with the stop lights. Not sure exactly how to change it, but will experiment further.

I'm usually amazed when I am downtown in the wee hours. Except for an occasional person looking for a cigarette or money for bus, and except for the guy putting in his boat at the marina, I always feel like I'm the only person left after a nuclear blast or unleashed virus. Walking around in an empty city is jarring.

Night shooting is rather fun. You aren't always sure what you might end up with. It takes a different set of eyes to manage night from day. I'm not sure I have that yet, or the intricacies of aperture or f-stops, but I plug away with determination and enthusiasm, with a dash of hope.

Now, grab your cameras and do some night pics, it's fun.

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