Yes, I know I keep starting these series of things that ultimately go nowhere. Call the blog police.
And I stole that title from Jackass or something. I am haunted by my own shortcomings.
A couple of weeks ago it was a full moon and both the lovely R and I were wandering around outside our house and along the Back Beach road with our respective cameras but no tripod because that's just how we roll in low light conditions; inadequately. I blame Chinese astrology but it could just be that we are shiftless retards.
R just told me he had VR (vibration reduction) on his lens. Fancy bitch.
For the moon pics I did eventually go round the back of the house and dig out a grass rake (if you'd seen the garden you'd know how long that took) so I could stand in the middle of the road in the dark with my camera balanced on a broken garden implement.
Interestingly, I was not moved to retrieve the perfectly excellent actual purpose-built tripod from under the bed.
"Sometimes the great hissing gulf between what is perfectly feasible and that which is not going to happen because you are too fucking lazy and perverse is electroplated with a very special kind of accidental gold." - Albert Einstein.
Einstein didn't say that. But he thunk it.
^ Hey, L'Heure Bleu. It's often elusive to the photographer, rendering more as l'heure blerrrg or l'orange merdique. I'm not a focal freak ( you might have noticed) so this image is perfectly okay with me. This is looking down Otago Harbour toward Dunedin proper, although the town is hiding behind the hill.
Damn his eyes.