So there I was, lazily looking around, looking for decent shots, lugging the tripod around, shooting a few shots here and there, when… I see this vintage car coming down the road. Suddenly, the adrenaline was pumping. OMG! OMG! OMG! I have to get a shot of this. Old covered bridge, old vintage car, it’s perfect! Talk about a scenario being heaven-sent. I have to get a shot of this.
I knew I had to act fast. The driver wasn’t going to stop for me. In the matter of literally a few seconds I had to set the tripod, focus on where I wanted to catch the car, and shoot shoot shoot.
Needless to say, I got the shot. This one is a “wall hanger”, if you know what I mean.
After the car had passed, everything suddenly felt anti-climatic… it had nowhere to go but down from here… so I packed up and continued on my journey.
I sat under a rock ledge next to this waterfall for over two hours… switching lenses, changes angles, shooting wide-angle compositions, zooming and zeroing in on close-up aspects. I toyed with shorter exposures to “freeze” the water, and I played with longer exposures to get a “smooth and silky” feel. This was somewhere in between. Oh, and sometimes I just sat there and relished the scene. That may sounds boring to some, but I had a ball. I loved every minute of it!
I took this in October, 2008… wow, eight years ago!… and I brought this photo back because Missy and I are planning a “photo road trip” along Michigan’s main peninsula’s northwest coast and back through the Upper Peninsula (UP) later this year. We are both very excited in anticipation for this trip and have a great many things planned. This will be a combination of new territory for both of us, and some old familiar places.
This is still one of my favorite photos. Missy and I were out driving around on some random back roads one day a couple summers ago, and I spied something out of the corner of my eye and had to come to one of my patented screeching halts.
Out in the middle of nowhere… we stumbled across a metal Moai. Like you would see on Easter Island (only the ones on Easter Island are stone, not metal). Just sitting right there in a field of grass. In Iowa.
Talked to the farmer who owned it. A friend of his made it. The farmer was quite proud of his Moai, and was clearly excited to tell us all about it. It’s hard to tell from this photo, but it’s approximately 15 feet tall. We had a great conversation with the guy, and he invited us back anytime. He says it looks great in winter surrounded and covered with snow.