I was out with the dog for a walk and as I rounded the corning leading into the park this is the sight that met my eyes.
Needless to say, I turned tail — Sparkle, too — and jogged right back to the house to grab my camera.
It’s not often in this city that you see a hot air balloon in the Western evening sky, particularly one that matches so well with a hazy late-summer sunset.
In retrospect, I probably should have grabbed a zoom lens, but something inclined me to slap on the 100mm macro and dash back out the door. In short, I only had this one option else I would miss the opportunity. After all, in the time it took me to go back for the camera, the balloon had already drifted away a few more kilometers and filled some distance.
It was much closer to start.
Of course we were swarmed standing out in the field, the dog’s leash strapped around my waist, the mosquitoes looping about my ears and exposed legs. I even had to swat one off poor Spark’s lip, the gob of dog blood wiped into the grass.
I chased a good angle across the park, trying out a few different perspectives, even ducking behind some pine trees in an effort to add some visual interest to a few of the shots.
Then, the balloon was gone. Or… well, at least it seemed to be dancing across and then behind the nearby rooftops and didn’t seem as interesting as when it was higher in the sky.
The camera set, the macro attached, I flopped on the ground and grabbed a few more shots of the sun, this time of the softly diffused orb hiding behind some dandelion puffs. They make for some interesting silhouettes if I say so myself.
Just a perfect opportunity, mostly captured.
The rest of the photos are mostly similar, but each is unique. You can view the collection in my gallery.