Tuesday, February 20, 2007
London, Ontario, February 2007 [Click to embiggen]
Sometimes, all you need to do is look out your front door for a bit of inspiration. Because we'd been having a series of bitterly cold nights followed by very bright, sunny days, the eaves on the edge of our roof froze up solid before gradually melting under the warming sun. It was like an ongoing ballet of opposing forces, and the net result was a collection of really chunky icicles.
I popped the external flash onto my camera - it puts out a prodigious amount of light, which makes for much brighter surface detail than I could ever get with the camera's little built-in flash. I suppose I could have done a long exposure, but I wanted to play with artificial light, and figured the optical equivalent of a sledgehammer was as effective a strategy as any. (See this entry for an earlier, daylight perspective from the same place.)
Your turn: I'm still playing with ice, apparently, and I suspect there are more ice pictures in my future. Why does frozen water beg to be captured in this way?