Walking the dog at sunset and the sky opens and momentarily illuminates Boalsburg. An iPhone picture doesn't sate my visual survey and the little photographer voice tells me I should be riding. The 82 pound dog at the end of the leash says otherwise.
By the time I'm on the road the sun is gone and the light is fading as mist begins to gather along the ground. Luck figures into photography more than I like to admit — F8 and be there kind of stuff...
Riding into the night still provides a thrill. Some say a dangerous one which I keep in mind and make plans to manage. Give me the right night, a camera and keys to a scooter and motorcycle and I'm off to see the stars...
