At least, what’s left of that famous river…
Two things built up my confidence for this week’s trip to Lafayette. First, was that I survived last week’s shoot without catching anything. Protections work. Second, my visit with doctor number 87 did not predict imminent death. Wasn’t too worried about that one, to begin with, but a win is still a win. So, feeling a little confident, I tossed a message at Cassandra to see if she’d be available to shoot and when she agreed I started making plans.
Lafayette is one of those towns I’ve been through dozens of times but only stop at convenience stores along the interstate. Some ten or so years ago, I had a photo hanging at a gallery there for some contest of some kind, but I went directly there and back home. I’d never driven around, getting to know the city nor the university it hosts. Having cleared the day, I took some time and drove around, happy to find that Purdue students were staying inside and that finding a parking place didn’t mean driving in circles for 30 minutes.
Cassandra joined me in the early part of the evening as the sun was perfectly placed in the sky. Quickly enough, street lights began to pop on and the shadows grew long enough we couldn’t get decent natural light without invoking tremendous amounts of noise. Black and white with a touch of grain is fine, but there’s a limit. As for the Wabash, well, it’s at an all-time low, shallow enough one might walk across it in places. Sigh. So much for that “majestic river” vibe.
This is the first of what will likely be three posts with Cassandra. I enjoy the fact that she always comes prepared for multiple looks. As always, click on the thumbnail to view the image full screen. Enjoy!