It's 4:30 in the morning after a really long night. Suddenly you see something that you've passed every day for years in the daylight, but with the late night, the fatigue, the odd light mix, it becomes hallucinatory, no longer everyday "ordinary." Did it always look this way? Is that awning red or is it orange? And that mural, surely it's black and white?
The IS0 is set at 640, shutter is, whoa, 1/3 of a second? Really. Well, whatever - we take a breath, hold, breathe out slowly and squeeze. Click. Whatever the hell it is, it's in the can now.
Nikon D70s w/Nikkor 20mm f2.8D AF, 1/3 sec @ f2.8
