It’s still Thursday where I am, so I guess I get to do a Throwback Thursday! This one relates to something that happened two years ago, that impacted on me today. Back then I was going out a lot at night to shoot. This one particular evening at the end of September 2014 saw me drive out along the Quesnel Hydraulic Road on an inky, crisp, cloudless night – the moon having set hours before.
First, I wandered into a field sporting a single tree and several irate and all-too-aggressive fiery-eyed bovines. (You try shining a flashlight into their eyes and see what happens.)
I saw some of the brightest shooting stars ever and then, at some point, lost my camera remote while outrunning a mad cow, vaulting a barbed-wire fence, or simply loading my camera gear back into the car at the end of the shoot.
These were the photos I shot that night:
But how does it relate to today, you may ask? Well, I took a drive out there again this afternoon, and stopped to take a photo of the same tree in the same field with (who knows if they are the same) cows. It wasn’t nearly as impressive in the daylight! As I was about to get back into my car, I thought how funny it would be to find my remote after all this time.
I looked at the spot I would have come through the fence, looked in the field a bit, and then, lo and behold, saw it lying at the edge of the main road – a dusty grey rectangle with faded Nikon logo.
Sadly, it doesn’t actually work anymore, but how’s that for cool anyway – finding it after all this time?