Once again, my title is too clever by half. Obviously, these are just more of those photos I take when the lighting is low, and the shutter stays open longer, and I wiggle the camera around trying to get interesting results.

But how often do I get to do it while standing by the East River, not far from the Brooklyn Bridge?

Not often, since I live in San Diego, in California, and it is not close to New York City.

But, as you may be aware, I was there recently to visit one of my kids.

So I took the shot. A few shots, actually.

Sometimes these are awesome, and sometimes they aren’t.

I just enjoy doing it. I discovered this art-form when I was at my mom’s house for Christmas last year, and I was trying to take pictures of the Christmas tree in low light.

Turns out, after a few adult beverages, my hands are not always steady.

Wiggly lights reflected in wiggly water.

I am still playing with the best distance to take these from, and whether or not to use the zoom lens.

But mostly, it is all about the wiggle. That one isn’t nearly wiggly enough. I have about two more posts of these, but I am not adding any words to them, so I hope you read the words in this post. Then, we are done with day one of the three-and-a-half day adventure. And, as usual, I will probably save the best few of these to do some other weird digital stuff with someday.

But I did warn you that those purple lights would come back to haunt you.