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Monday, January 28, 2008

Fountainless Hills

The other day, Erin and I went out to take some pictures. We go hiking a lot and we go on trips, but not exclusively to take pictures. Our travels lead us north of Tempe to Mt. Mcdowell. There wasn't too much to photograph there and it was getting late, so we backtracked to Fountain Hills.
Above is picture of Mt. McDowell at twilight.
Fountain Hills is known for having a gigantic fountain that is many stories high. When we got to the park the fountain was really going. It was huge. It was pretty dark out, so I set the camera on the tripod and adjusted the camera and just as I was going to take the picture, the stupid fountain shut off. We decided to wait to see if it would come back on. We waiting for 45 minutes, in which time we took these pictures.
Fountain Hills at night.
We don't know these people. The dude said, "Take our picture! We're good looking!" So I said, "Ok." I am a man of my word.
Messing with the flash and long exposures.

I bought this hat at a rest stop. It's sweet.
Yert! After 45 minutes we figured the fountain wasn't coming back on so we left. When I got home I read that it came on for the first 15 minutes of every hour. We barely missed seeing it come back on. We'll go get a picture of the damn thing soon.

Check back soon for more pictures from my second camping trip to Weaver's Needle.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Jim said...

Sweet fedora, and excellent use of the word yert!

10:00 PM  
Blogger Eric said...

Thanks. I always have been a yert connoisseur.

5:08 PM  
Anonymous Sean said...

I presume you are not refering to a yert as in a traditional tent house used by Mongolian nomads.

8:39 PM  
Blogger Eric said...

No, not that type of yert.

8:09 PM  

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