In the predawn dark I found the camera, set the exposure to fifteen seconds, and started taking pictures. The only available light came from a nightlight and from lights on the “standby” powered electrical appliances…sometimes referred to as”vampire” electric-use.
The red light on the teevee was like a stare from a one-eyed corpse.
Maybe instead of vampire electricity we should call it “zombie” power?
What happens if you move the camera a few times during your fifteen seconds?
What happens if you move the camera down and to the side in stairstep fashion?
Put the camera on the floor. Pan in a staccato fashion.
If you want any kind of sharp focus, the fifteeen-second exposure time makes bracing the camera a necessary stratagem. I almost never use a tripod. I do have an old one that somebody gave me, but I don’t even remember where I’ve but it. At this stage in my photographic life, my guiding principle is to have as little equipment as possible. My idea of a well-stocked equipment kit is plenty of extra batteries and some extra memory chips. A battery or two in my pocket, and a spare chip in my wallet is about right. Some photographers have told me I should get a “real” camera. I respect them for their suggestions (these folks are excellent photographers), but for now, less seems like so much more.
For the next shot I placed the camera flat on a kitchen counter.
We’re looking up at the beam in the kitchen ceiling.