Down the hill from our house

We were out walking just after dark the other day and crossed what

people used to call the Long Bridge, from where I took this snap. The

older Mill Bridge was much lower and shorter, and was just beyond this

turn in the river. It -- the Mill Bridge -- is long gone now. I was

carrying my Olympus E-P2 (with its pancake 17mm lens) and putting it

on every surface I could find for one-second-long exposures; here it

was on a surface that jutted out from the bridge railing. In three or

four decades of using film, I never made night shots that I was happy

with; digital cameras at least offer that possibility to me.



I see from the EXIF data I haven't changed my camera's time back to

standard time yet. One more clock to reset.