Day 170

Hiding


Just because I sometimes I get critical of my myself for taking too many of my pictures straight on (perpendicular to the subject), I've given you two variations of the inset picture. I consider them to essentially be the same picture, just with different compositions. This way there should be an image everybody likes (well, that wasn't the least bit pretentious now was it?) regardless of which school of composition you belong to. I was pretty much limited to these two angles anyway because this was in a cramped little parking lot with a car just inches away from the motorcycle. I was nearly leaning on its hood to get both of these shots.

It was dark, my lens is slow, and my camera vomits on anything above ISO 800, so go easy on me with the lack of color, the noise, and the underexposedness.

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I sat on the patio of the Cafe with a friend/coworker of mine after we finished closing tonight. We drank a pint together, talked, and watched the world go by. It's like being a fly on the wall. Nobody knows the Cafe exists, especially at 11 at night. People walk by, continue their conversations like nobody's listening, and don't give us a second glance. Hell, a first glance is even rare. It truly is a candid look into the (mostly frat/sorority infested) nightlives of the twenty-somethings of Boulder. You get a very different perspective when you're on the outside, not participating in the drunken escapades, not "woo-hoo"ing, and not ignoring everything Cafe.

I didn't really gather any deep insights or anything; I just thought I'd share the experience. It was a lovely night to just sit on the patio anyway.