Some months ago I wrote about a tree in our neighborhood that has the rising sun behind it in the morning. I expressed a desire to photograph the tree once per season at sunrise. This desire did not in any way transform into action (sunrise comes awfully early, you know). Until this morning. I came downstairs, looked out the window and it seemed like it was just the right time – not quite sunrise, but you could see it coming in the lightened skies. I had a spontaneous moment, which in itself was a surprise. Spontaneity and I are not usually friendly with each other. I raced upstairs, got dressed, grabbed the camera, got in the car and went off to accomplish my quest.
The first photo I took was terrible – the camera wanted to do something different than I wanted, so I realized I’d have to change some settings in order to win that battle. I had some time, however – it wasn’t quite sunrise and I didn’t like the angle I’d shot from anyway.
And then someone came out of the house next to the tree. In an instant I went from having a nice solitary artsy moment to looking like a deranged stalker with a camera. I fled the scene like Joseph fleeing from Potiphar’s wife. As I drove away, I hoped the homeowner didn’t take down my license number. Thus ends the Saga of the Sunrise Tree.
Here’s the same photo hopped up on filters:
The guy probably just came out to get his newspaper and didn’t even notice me.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning out of sheer embarrassment!
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