We had a winter weather warning last night. Perhaps it did get dangerous last night when I was sound asleep, but when I got up this morning, it just looked like another rainy day. Then, I realize I have to go out in this rainy day.
Is it wrong that I long for snow whenever it rains in the winter? Wouldn’t everyone rather have the landscape blanketed in the fluffy white stuff than to duck in and out of overhangs trying to keep their hair dry?
I decide that it must be miserably cold in the rain and that this may be my only opportunity wear real winter garb: a Patagonia down “sweater” (still don’t get why they call them that) with my North Face tri-climate shell. I also pull my rain pants on over the fleece pants I wore to bed last night (I rarely bother to change out of my “pajamas” before walking Tisen in the morning; good thing I sleep in hiking clothes).
I look a bit, well, shall we say, more eccentric than usual?
It’s not really that cold out. Even so, Tisen is not enthusiastic about the rain–thankfully he does not refuse to out in it like some dogs. He does, however, walk the minimum distance required for him to complete his business and then immediately turns back towards home. In spite of the short walk, I am starting to sweat by the time we return, but I can’t resist taking a quick self-portrait while all the water is still beading on my jacket. Perhaps “more eccentric” was too kind?
I look out the window and see the magical effect of the street light on the pouring rain. I love how you can’t see that it’s raining except in that one, tiny patch of light directly under the street light when it’s still dark out. I decide to try to shoot the rain in the street light. I setup my tripod on the balcony and get ready to shoot.
First, I realize that the slow shutter speed required for the lighting conditions prevents me from capturing the rain drops. I need a fast shutter for the individual drops to show up–as it is, they disappear into a barely perceivable mist.
Then, my ADD kicks in (I don’t really have ADD, but I’ve been feeling left out) and I find myself distracted by the long streaks of light captured as cars drive through the frame. This is one of the effects of photography that I know I shouldn’t like, but I just get so mesmerized by it. Despite the fact that when I look at the photos later, I mostly think they look like a cliche, I can’t stop myself from taking them. There is something inherently fun about shifting reality by perceiving the passage of time from the perspective of an open shutter. How else can we see the passage of time frozen in a single frame?