It was almost a full moon. Seen on a morning with an almost pretty sunrise. It looked more promising as I left the house than it did when I got to the bridge. I could have quit after this shot since this was as pretty as it got.
I suspected that things had taken a turn for the worst as far as the sunrise went, so I tried another approach. My friend Betty sees the details in things that I never manage to see, so I asked myself what would Betty shoot? And came up with these.
Almost a nice clear shot of that snowman, but now that I see that he’s an inflatable I’m sure he was moving. Darn it. And the birds on the wire. They arrive en masse, a flock swooping one way and almost landing, but changing their collective mind and trying that swoop and turn again. I see them every time I’m on this bridge for the sunrise, but the camera is set wrong to try to catch them in action. Not that I didn’t try of course, taking shots between the cars zipping by in both directions.
And then along came this guy who stirred up the water and spoiled any possible reflections for long enough that I decided to call it a day. I was tired anyhow, I’m almost over my cold…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 