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I went on a photo safari today with Josh & Lanette. It was a bit dodgy at first -- the clouds were positively dreary and we all were in the mood for chipper shots, but once the sun went down, the photos got interesting. :) As always, clicking the photos makes them larger (in this case, much larger) in a new window.
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As you can see, when we can't find anything to point our cameras at, we point them at each other.
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This was in a park in a small town south of Lincoln. Lanette's hands almost froze solid and shattered!
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Josh and Lanette were trying to take some cheesy self-portrait and, being the attention whore that I am, I jumped in and said "HEY, EVERYBODY! WATCH MY HEAD ASPLODE!"
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Lanette sighed and wandered away, while Josh seemed disinterested. "NO, REALLY! I'LL DO IT AGAIN!"
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Josh asked me to take this photo. (Best read in a slow deadpan, a'la Ben Stein): "Hi, I'm Josh Fiddler of Fiddler Corn and Grain. Come on down people. Come on down. Come on down to Josh Fiddler Corn and Grain before February twentieth and get a free ear of corn. Bring the family. Fiddler Corn and Grain. The best prices on mid-grade corn in Lancaster County, or your next bushel is twenty percent off."
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Eventually I decided to start looking for abstractish stuff...
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And shapes and colors and forms.
We did a dinner break at this point and chowed down on by far the bloodiest steaks and burgers we've ever seen. Yeah, I know -- burgers ain't supposed to be bloody. Neither are steaks, in my opinion -- but eventually, after sending it back enough, you realize that the cook has no idea what he's doing and you just eat what you've got and make a mental note to tell everyone in the world on the internets that "BJ's Family Resturant (yes, that's its real name) east of Lincoln off highway 2 is a great place to eat... if you want to DROWN IN COLD COW BLOOD!"
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After dinner, I found this wonderfully lit church on top of a small hill. A bunch of bulb shots ensued!
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On our way back to Lincoln, I noticed that Lincoln was really glowing something fierce onto the low cloud deck -- and it was visible from more than 30 miles away. However, I didn't think this would look very cool in a photo. Josh talked me into going down an old county road until, lo and behold, we all found a windmill. A windmill makes any photograph work! :)
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Waaay cool photos. The wide shot of this is something I'll probably make an 11x14 of; it looks much nicer at full resolution than it is here, even in the larger window. These were bulb shots for 1 minute or so at f/9. First was at 17mm, second at 35. (More like 26mm and 49mm after the 1.6 form-factor crop of the 20D)
All in all, an awesome night! Tons of fun and well worth the time and gas. :) Josh's cat, you agree, right?
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MEOW!