Sometimes, nothing happens. Nothing. I met some friends at 8am this morning at the market. The light was boring, the market was boring, blah blah blah. Chris noticed the jet trails going across the sky and we challenged each other to take some sort of interesting shot of it. This is what I got. We walked around for another hour barely snapping the shutter and complaining that it wasn’t New York or Paris. Well, we don’t live in New York or Paris so Seattle it is. The point of all this is… I got out and shot. Had I sat at home stuffing my face with artificial light, I wouldn’t have had the camera in my hand.
Did I get any fantastic shots? Hell, no. Is this a great shot? Hell, no, again. BUT, I did get out and shoot and that’s the name of the game. Next time, who knows.