Bellefonte, PA – Colin Gallagher – Guest Photographer
Hi All! This is Tom taking over for Charlie for a few days. He is on vacation again – Imagine That!! Our plan is to greatly increase the number of guest photographers that we highlight here on www.PhotoBotos.com starting in the beginning of February due to a huge amount of amazing submissions (please keep sending them – we want more!). We have a guest photographer scheduled for January 25th but besides that we were only going to showcase Charlie’s photos until the big February kickoff.
CHANGE OF PLANS!
I received an email from Colin Gallagher two days ago and felt that it was a must to share it. His website is http://colintgallagher.com and there is a good mix of images there. The reason that the email was so appealing to me was the story behind the shot. It sounds like one of Charlie’s stories – very detailed!! You can really picture Colin running through the mud to take a photo, his frustration when the shot is interupted by people running through it, and finally his surprise when he realizes that he captured an amazing image.
Here is the email that he sent us:
On Tuesday the 17th, the sky over Bellefonte, PA was ripped apart by color and clouds. I know every sunset is unique and special, but I had never quite seen something like this. Rushing home from the grocery store, I frantically tried to take picture on my 1.3 megapixel phone from pre-Revolutionary War times. Gripped by panic, I parked in front of my apartment building and charged up the steps, nearly breaking my key off in the lock. The entire town was engulfed in this pinkish haze as the sun began to disappear. I grabbed my tripod and camera, quickly throwing on my wide-angle lens and sprinting across the street to the park there.
Mud sloshed through my sandals, and I was in shorts despite it being mid-January in central Pennsylvania. Reaching a rickety bridge crossing a stream through the park, a threw open the tripod legs and quickly attempted to frame the shot…
…and then a child began running across the suspension bridge, sending it swinging and rocking as her father stomped along behind her. The sun was gone, the last bright pinks and purples fading way to grey as the bridge finally became still again. Sighing, I snapped off a few merely out of principle and trudged home.
Imagine my surprise when I loaded the memory card onto my computer.
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