Geren and I made a rare evening run to Gettysburg one night, hoping to catch some sunset light. The sunset wasn't quite as spectacular as we'd hoped but it was pretty in its own right and we enjoyed the drive.
I had pleasant chats with a family who were taking advantage of a few free minutes before going on a ghost tour and an equally nice chat with a local who often visits the memorial to watch the sunset.
I grew up being afraid to talk to people I didn't know but now I enjoy talking with folks I've just met. Most people are good folks who just want to do their thing and have fun and enjoy life. That's important to remember on days when the world is too much.
It does seem odd, though, if not downright wrong, that the momentary switches I have at Gettysburg have come at the expense of three horrifying days in 1863.
Geren and I both played with new 'gear,' too: the #Hipstamatic #Pinhole snapak. Here's one of my shots with the pinhole pak:
And a couple taken with the Canon Rebel (maybe that little bit of nomenclatural coincidence is a subject for another post?!) as the sun sank behind South Mountain:
Geren's post is here. He, too, tried out the new Hipstamatic pinhole pak, with great results!