So I decided to crawl out of bed bright and early on a Saturday morning and go shoot a sunrise. For many photographers, especially landscape photographers, this is nothing of note. Some people LIVE for this kind of stuff. But I've just never been a morning kinda guy. Getting my butt out of bed at 5am is a feat - an event - it's something IMPORTANT. (Especially on a Saturday. Seriously, right?)
Going out pre-dawn allows me the chance to take pictures that are pretty unique, because face it, normal people don't see too many sunrises. This was a bit of a last-minute decision, so I had no big plans in place. I decided to go revisit one of my favorite subjects - the Steel Stacks in Bethlehem. I've done the sunrise there before, though the first time I visited, I got creeped out by the thought of Zombie-Face-Eaters, and I stayed up on the bridge.
This time, however, feeling especially rugged with my new (slightly used) F-Stop Loka bag strapped to my back, and feeling especially courageous with a couple shots of Crown Royal in my coffee, I headed down to ground level into the abyss. I felt slightly comforted by the presence of one of Bethlehem's Finest who was parked down there. I felt slightly discomforted as I stepped over a used condom a few yards further along.
Oh well... I had my tripod on the ready should any members of the undead lunge at me. This ain't one of those 8 oz. carbon fiber jobs - it's metal. Good for bashing Walkers.
And go figure. I didn't see a single human being (dead or alive) down there the entire time I was shooting. I also didn't see a single cloud, which makes for a pretty unspectacular sunrise.
Shoulda stayed in bed. But, I mostly made the best of it. And a little while after leaving the underworld, I ate a really good breakfast at the Bethlehem Star Cafe. Life is good.
I came home and looked through what I got - a few decent shots. Some took some finagling to bring out the best. Either way - it was good to get out and shoot.
Here are a couple keepers from the day:
The shot above used a flash with a full CTO gel to push a little bit of light onto the tree - I think that makes the image.
After hanging out down by "the beach," I headed back along the river. When I arrived back at the Fahy Bridge, I climbed down the embankment to shoot from the water. I've (sorta) done this before, and I like the perspective from down here, though I kept thinking I was going to trip over a body. (Have you noticed a theme here? Mainly that I watch too many horror and crime movies?) I did walk through a lot of glass, trash, and probably a few needles, but I left unscathed.
This shot is HDR. I used to do a good amount of HDR landscape stuff. Not so much anymore. The D600 has such a wide dynamic range that I can get away without it even in most extreme cases. However, I still like it now and then. I (think) I like it here. Check with me in a month.
Finally - a couple of quick macro shots I took under a bridge down by the boat launch past Fritch. Like a long-lost American Picker, I'm drawn to rust, so I was happy to capture a few close ups of some crazy texture - the result of probably 100+ years of exposure to the elements.