Boxing Day

We were watching the Simm's version of Scrooge after lunch when I had to retire upstairs because I kept nodding off. I am doing that a lot lately. The trouble is that I wake myself up by going upstairs.

After my non-nap, I hustled Sue back to the bridge for more photos. My goal was to get there before it got as pitch dark as on the previous night. A professional photographer once demonstrated in a tutorial that the best night-light photos are usually taken after the lights come on (naturally) but before it becomes completely dark. In all of the following photos, we are able to see some remnant of blue sky whereas the sky was black in yesterdays photos. They were still good enough though in my opinion.

I also wanted to take other lenses to get photos that I couldn't manage with my normal/regular lens.

The two photos below are what I obtained with my wide angle lens on the same side of the bridge as townhall but across the river. I couldn't have managed to take either photo on the previous evening.

Then, we drove over to the trail bridge where I used my telephoto lens to look back at the lights and get these results. Actually, I wasn't zoomed in that much and probably could have shot them with my regular lens.

So that's it for seasonal bridge lights and quite likely for any Christmas lights at all. It is time to move on, but with no snow to speak of,  photo ops may be scarce for awhile.

Back home, we warmed up the Mexican Lasagna leftovers and finished Scrooge, for the umpteenth time: umpteenth being a word I don't seem to hear others using anymore. My mother used it quite a lot. A darn fine word it is too.

After Scrooge, we turned on an old episode of Midsomer Murders, and I am embarrassed to confess that I dozed off again. When I resurfaced, I asked Sue if I had missed a murder, and I had. Now I am up at 4 with only 5 hours of sleep at most. It's nuts, I tell ya.