So here's the thing.
I was returning from visiting our friend Dominic at Mid Coast Hospital around 10:30 p.m. Driving down the peninsula on old familiar Route 27 can be a challenge late at night, especially after a long day. Admittedly, I was pooped.
As I drove through the meadow by the Y, I noticed a car cross the road in front of me, turn around, pull up onto the sidewalk and turn off its headlights. Oooooh, wake up call! Why would somebody do that? When I passed the car, I recognized a local constable on patrol. One more reason to pay attention.
The moon was full, so I ventured over to the Fishermen's Memorial in front of the Catholic church — might be a photo and fresh air. Bingo. Tricky view for the paper to print, said I to my weary self. But let's give it a try.
I always travel with cameras and even had a tripod, which I seldom carry. But, no base plate mount for the camera — I left that on the video camera. Duh.
So, if I wanted a photograph, it would be hand held resting on top of the tripod — not recommended by the International School of Fine Art Photography, which I forgot to attend.
It would be a longish exposure I figured — 5 or 6 seconds. The tide was high, floating all the boats up nicely and not a breath of air. Advantage tired Bob. I guessed about right for the exposure. With a couple tweaks, the image held potential. I was waking up.
At just about the end of my visit, a car drove onto the dock at Atlantic Edge — night fishing perhaps. There had been splashing sounds in the water. The car lights beamed a perfect spotlight onto the harbor.
Lights. Camera. No action.