Mellow Yellow

From Harold Wilion

They Call Me Mellow Yellow

Where were you 9:30 last night?

I was laying down on the ground in a large, empty parking lot under sodium lights experiencing one of the more unique photography experiences I've had photographing owls.

They started out in a swampy area in the woods, made a couple stops along the way, and ended up in the parking lot on a few different trees and streetlights. Then all of a sudden, I noticed one on the ground.

I knew ground level shots would be the way to go, but I was hesitant because once I'm lying on the ground, I find it almost impossible to get up and end up flailing about like a beached whale. But after surveying the situation with my camera on the tripod, I knew the ground was the only way to go.

It was an amazing experience as they kept going to the ground and flying all around as if I wasn't there. And when on the ground, some of them would walk around instead of flying, which was cool as hell, but at 1/20 of second turned out to be an effort in futility photographing that.

Although I hate eating dinner at 10:30, it was worth it in this instance. I didn't bother color correcting it because I really liked the vibe of the crazy cast from the lights.