"Wanna go... shooting?"
Gasp. Breathe. Heart pounding. Smile coyly. Admit defeat.
"Yes."
The thrill is even greater when it's forbidden: On a school night. Ridiculously early. Sneaking out over the guilt of dog ownership. Creeping back into the house after midnight. Wasting gas to drive somewhere.
I'll have all of the above, please.
That said, I experienced a bit of rooftopping late last night. I've only visited an abandonment at night once before, and it was pretty much an accident (the place was just too beautiful and too large to finish in one day). This time it was planned and completely intentional. And I was looking forward to it all day, polishing my gear, cleaning my sensor, packing, pacing, everything.
Once we were there, the weather and the view was gorgeous. It couldn't have been even 70 degrees in the breeze up there, with clear skies and not a cloud in sight. I was in the Zone... sort of, but for once I wasn't grabbing at it frantically. While waiting for my exposures it occurred to me that precisely a month ago I was still staring at the moon and stars, but while I was sitting back in the sand watching satellites sail silently by and worrying about nothing more than stray coyotes and rattlesnakes (joke), this time I could only see the bare outline of the big dipper if I squinted really hard.
How things change.
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