Since I’ve been feeling less-than-inspired with my photography lately, I decided to go for a photowalk at a local metropark yesterday to see if I could come up with some interesting pics. This is the true story of my brief but action-packed adventure.
It was a gray day, with intermittent showers. But since the temp was hovering at 49 or 50 degrees, I figured I could make it work. When I made the decision around 11 am, there was still quite a bit of fog here at the house, so I decided to hurry out to the lake to try to catch some foggy landscapes. I bundled up in a coat, hat, and scarf, and took my umbrella as well. Very prepared, right? Wrong.
Unfortunately I was a bit too late for most of the fog, but the rain was making some good mist over the lake. I parked at the marina and started walking around the lake, taking shots with my underused 20mm lens. (That’s a wide-angle, good for big vistas.) I got a couple shots I liked, like these:
You get a good idea of what type of day it was from these, right? As I took photos, I sometimes had to hold the umbrella with one hand and shoot on autofocus with the other, but I was having a grand time despite the challenges. There were few other people in the park, but occasionally someone would drive past and I’d imagine them laughing at me wandering around in the rain out there. Heck, I even laughed at myself.
Here’s where things got interesting. I spotted some rusty bolts on the underside of a guardrail and squatted down to take some closeups of them. I was juggling the umbrella and camera, and wasn’t paying attention to anything else but the bolts. So I was unaware that there was a huge puddle in the road on the other side of the guardrail. I was also unaware that a car was coming down the road. So imagine my surprise when a wave of cold, muddy water flew over the guardrail and absolutely drenched me! Luckily I had a split second to partially turn my back to it, so my camera was spared from the worst of the water. But my face and neck, not so much. After the initial shock I wiped myself and my camera off with my scarf and decided to continue my walk. I was so proud of myself for not being a wimp about it all. But we’re not done yet.
Five minutes later the wind and rain suddenly picked up drastically. My umbrella turned inside out. I realized I’d have to call it a day and get back to the car. Which was a half mile away. At this point I was lucky that the wind was at my back, because the rain was coming sideways under the umbrella. Before I’d even gotten halfway to the car, I realized my jeans were already soaked through in the back. But, amazingly to me, I was smiling through it all. Yep, if anyone had been there to see me, they would have written me off as a crazy person.
Thirty minutes later I was home in dry clothes with my soy chai latte, feeling very proud of myself for braving the elements like that. Heck, I think I might even do it again soon. Hopefully without the rain though.