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Pictures I Wish I'd Taken




This is a fantastic picture.  Dark sky, dimly lit subject, red roof.  Is that a lightly lit yellow window?  Spookily fantastic.  If I was there, I'd be beatin' cheeks getting away.  Then again, I scare myself just looking in the rear view mirror.  I didn't take it.  

The guy who did take it had a drone with a light attached and he flew it up to get this eerie abandoned old house in the middle of a field somewhere.  I don't know how much photoshopping he had to do when he got home, but in my eyes, this is an almost perfect picture.  Almost, hell.  It is a perfect picture of its kind.  Sure wish I'd taken it.  


It makes me want to get a cheap drone and try something like this in Northlandia.  But I need to have someone with me.  You know, someone to watch my back so nothing creeps up on me.  I know a couple old buildings that might work and maybe those bins in BFE. Yup.  Gonna do it.    




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