overpass 2

This photo was 100% luck.

I tried to replicate this shot under the next few overpasses (sitting in the passenger seat, going 65mph) and got nothing. Overexposed blurs, underexposed blurs, blurs that couldn’t figure out where to focus, blurs with glare from the windshield behind which I was sitting, etc. etc. etc.

Someone else in my position might get frustrated that her lucky shots often have as much merit as the ones with careful attention to exposure and composition, but me? I’m a casual snapshot photographer anyway, so it doesn’t bother me one bit.

….okay, I’m a little annoyed.

 

overpass

This is Post #100!!!

(Not, for you overanalytical math nerds, 100-factorial-factorial-factorial, but the 100th post with lots of enthusiasm!)

It is an exciting day indeed. So I bring you overpasses and underpasses and all sorts of passes passing around each other. I wish I could’ve crossed the road to get a better shot.

 

walk this way

Construction at Brookdale. I guess they’re building some sort of pedestrian overpass walkway. Why? Because everyone loves construction, I don’t know.

 

wasn’t me.

This is nothing new, but.

I needed to pick up some supplies at an art store before today’s class, which required leaving earlier than I usually do; consequentially, I was running late and managed to bolt out the door without my driver’s license (which I realized in the parking lot of the art store. There was cussing involved, as well as a silent prayer that I’d drive extra-extra-carefully today to avoid getting pulled over, because I know the day I forget my license is BOUND to be the day I’m caught speeding. Or rear-ending another car. Or something).

I made it to class without incident. On the way home, I decided to park in a commuter lot, walk down a busy street, and take photos of some overpasses that I always drive under.

As I was taking this photo (hanging around graffiti, looking VERY unsuspicious I’ll wager), a car pulled over on the shoulder next to me. I walked over to it… and it turned out to be a K-9 unit. Great.

“Hi, is there a problem?” I ask.
“Well, uh, what are you doing?”
“I’m taking pictures!”
The officer seemed unconvinced.
“I’m, uh, an artist! It’s photography! Color, composition, framing…!” (…with my oh-so-sophisticated little silver Nikon.)
His partner drove up behind him a couple seconds later and joined our discussion. He was equally suspicious.
Apparently they were looking for a carjacker who was seen in the area where I had parked my car (and where I was currently trying to justify why I was hanging around overpasses).

…Miraculously, throughout this interrogation, they didn’t ask for any identification.

WHEW.

Enjoy this photo, and if the good officers to whom I mentioned that I had a photoblog of Monmouth County find this post… er… thank you and please don’t tell on me.