Ellen and I were awoken by a thud at about 5am yesterday and couldn't figure out what it was. We have been on a marathon photo shoot jag documenting the house in anticipation of publication in the design press and for submission to architectural competitions. The moon has been so amazing the last few nights and we had talked about doing some moonlit exteriors. We both looked at each other and at the thermometer (8 degrees--a record) and without words we sprang from bed, put on our long johns and headed for the icy roof of the carport. I have to paint the scene for you. We wrestle the giant (22') A frame later up on the roof. I am standing on the top step of the ladder on the high spot of the roof with camera mounted on tripod talking to Ellen inside the house on the phone and having her go room by room to set the proper light dimming level. My hands are about to fall off. The exposures we need are 30 seconds long and Ellen comes up to help me secure the tripod. We can't get quite wide enough so after a few shots we take the whole rig down and set up further back in the woods up a tree. Somewhere in here I realize that neither one of us questioned this act of either pure lunacy or pure love-I opt for the latter. (ladder?)
Wer gegen den Strom schwimmt, kommt in frisches Wasser
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