1AM: Amateur Hour
Around midnight, I asked Jeff to give me something to do, in which he responded, "learn more photography techniques". I then explained how that required experimentation more so than reading textbooks, and proceeded with the following conversation:
12:02:43 AM me: are we ever gonna go shooting o_O
12:03:00 AM Jeff: yes
12:03:01 AM Jeff: let's go
12:03:10 AM me: ok
12:03:12 AM me: when
12:03:33 AM Jeff: right now
12:03:39 AM me: uhh what
12:03:46 AM me: wth can you shoot right now -_-
12:05:22 AM Jeff: bring tripod
12:05:26 AM me: wait forreals ok
12:05:54 AM Jeff: im gonna pick u up
and then he signed off, called shortly after, and drove to what I shall call "the top of the world". After thirty minutes of hopeless fiddling and wasted time, we decided to shoot from my jammed tripod—sideways. We also shot from the hood of strangers' cars and...the ground. You just gotta make do with what you've got, ya know? Who cares about being ghetto—we aiint pros after all.
I wasn't happy with any of my night scene shots, so all you're gonna get is my first attempt at cheesy bokeh:
That's what you would see inebriated or teary-eyed. It could still be beautiful with a bit of imagination. I heard Jeff's shutter going off in back of me, so I asked to see his photos, which happened to be much more intriguing than my boring nightscapes:
Writing backwards isn't as easy as it looks. and of course, I wanted to switch places.
It just isn't the same when he knows he's being photographed. 5:33am, time for me to go to bead. Jeff gets credit for the title. My Canon > Jeff's Nikon.
