So, once again, I was going back through old photos and found these little guys. They caught my eye in relation to a discussion on light for several reasons: first and foremost, they were taken with a different camera than the one I use now. I currently shoot a Nikon D5200, but these were shot with my 'training wheels' camera, a Sony A330. The Sony's aperture settings were not as robust as the Nikon's, requiring that I open the aperture pretty far to let enough light into the lens for a night shot. That, combined with a long shutter speed, gives us this somewhat blurry, somewhat washed-out image that is somehow intriguing.
Immediately I am struck by the bands of purple light radiating from where our headlamps sit atop our heads. The light that is emitted from these lights is, by all accounts, a bright white light. However, I believe because they operate with an LED bulb, the camera is able to explain to us that we're actually seeing blue and/or purple at a very high temperature.
If you scroll to the second picture, you may notice the white lines crisscrossing the tread of my boot. Here, we see white light reflected back from the snow. Some of the light must mix with the red light from the fire, as the soles of my boots appear red, but are actually black.
The light trail created by James' cup as he takes a sip of whiskey is also cool. It tells a story of light. It's the story of a photon who got mixed up with the wrong crowd and couldn't shake the bottle. I haven't seen that photon in a while, but I hope he got his act together. Photons should be free, I think, to float about time and space. They should not be forever stuck in a whiskey glass. I guess the world is a dangerous place for photons.
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