I'm no good at sports that involve riding something. I can barely ride a bicycle. I can almost make it down a Target aisle on a skateboard. I snowboarded. Once. Surfing? Combine my fear of sharks with my ineptitude on a moving object? No way.
David is not like this. He started riding a motorcycle a few years ago and has never turned back. I tried to get him to explain to me what it feels like, and, being a writer, you'd expect him to give this awesome description of the sensation. But, he couldn't do it. All he said is that it's like flying.
So, I'm into photography, and he loves his bike. I got the kids ready for bed, and David and I headed out to the bay to mess with my off camera flash stuff. We used his old Olympus flash with an umbrella as the key, and the other backlight slaved off that. One thing I'll need to remember: bring a sandbag or figure out a better way to keep that umbrella from blowing away.
It was fun, and I'll definitely be trying it out more. Photography with flash, not riding a motorcycle that is.