On cold wintry night when wind answers wolf’s howl, while lights flicker like fleeting fire flames, and barren branches cast eerie movement on frosted windows until fearful moon hides behind darkened cloud, with glass of Amontillado as last pixels fade, erasing words Vincent ushered from Poet’s beating heart, soon to be seen . . . nevermore, ephemeral souls departed, move cold draft on face and for digital sensors, leave trace.
- Single 16 second exposure, no post processing, only file size reduction, old 5 mp digital camera with possibly a ND filter, no in camera processing, no ghost filters
- 16 sec
- 48 mm (288 mm – 35 equivalent)
- ISO 80
- Kodak Z7590
- Woman – unknown
- Location – (barely?) living room
- Who you going to call?