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St. Pete Skyline In The Morning - Part 1

One of the things I was doing in December-Jan-Feb was getting up early and taking the  bike downtown to my 2nd favorite spot, Demen's Landing, and attempting to get good nighttime pics of downtown.  I must admit there was a learning curve and I just couldn't get a handle on this tricky shooting.  A few trips just didn't work, then I began playing with this camera a bit and the last time I was there I NAILED it.  Yeah, huh!  (Chest and fist bumping here).
As a result, you get 2 days worth of pics that I took and while they may seem redundant, and probably are, I am just so enthused with the results that Ima gonna share them all with you.  As usual, click to enlarge, and these deserve to be enlarged.  Whoooze yer Daddy?


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Night shots are tough and by setting the camera on night landscape and then putting it on a level surface, will reduce the need for a a tripod.  The camera will take it from there, and actually, mine varied the exposure, in some cases up to 7 seconds.  I don't know if I'll remember it next time, but sure happy I stumbled onto it.  When I'm back in BFE in April maybe I'll climb the grain elevator and take a night shot of sleeping BFE.  Who's with me?

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  1. I'm with ya Buddy....I'll stay on the ground and get pics to prove you done it!

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