The Space Between
Yes, The Dave Matthews Band. I stole it. No, really, I just borrowed the title
from one of their songs for this image.
I also stole (borrowed) it from one of the
articles from Outdoor Photographer ... You know, Columnist William Neill. He wrote about it, I am listening to the song as
I type, and, well ...
I shot this about a month ago at South Mountain State Park while waiting
for some former students to show up for a little get-together.
I have fished this stream for the past twenty something years ... This is "my" stream. My place.
This is also my image. My vision. My style. My art.
One of the first things I can remember learning about photography, art, whatever, was ... OK, let me think ...
I was working at N&W Camera in Augusta, Georgia ... So, it was 1984.
I learned this way back then ...
My photography students can tell you
... "Keep It Simple Stupid".
it simple ...
In doing what I do best, I kept it really
simple, and short, and dropped the "stupid" thing ...
know, to keep it even simpler.
Keep it Simple.
If I taught anything since 1984, that would be it. Not my THREE RULES. Not MY THREE BUTTONS. Just this ...
Keep it Simple.
That is art. That is photography.
That is this
A stream (with trout in it), and a tree (with
trout below it).
Yet look at how complex it is ...
Another one of my concepts
that I have talked about, like forever!
In fact, I THINK
I actually came up with this one all by myself. But I know, in actuality, I didn't.
True, I can't remember reading about
this term, hearing this term, this phrase, whatever ... No, I don't think I stole it from any European Neanderthal cave
painter, Renaissance artist, photography icon, or modern day artist of any sort ...
No, I think I came up with the term myself. The concept, on the other hand, I KNOW I stole from someone, everyone.
That is how you become a photographer, an artist.
Everything you have ever seen, done, experienced, or even thought about, is what makes you, YOU.
The person. The artist.
I am a photographer because I drove a motorcycle. Period.
I am a artist because I took pictures while on motorcycle trips. Period.
I received my first camera while on my first cross-country motorcycle trip.
It is that simple.
I knew nothing about cameras.
I knew nothing about art. Well, except about getting kicked out of art class,
and that you can't color outside the lines ... You know, all the art I learned in school (before getting kicked out, that
And about that whole Space Between thing ...
Look at the space between the green leaves in the image above ...
No really, go ahead, I'll wait ... Scroll back up ...
That space makes this image ...
The contrast in color. The contrast
in light and dark. The contrast in texture.
in the space between.
The difference in the space between.
Zen in the Space Between ...
Now that is art. That is a whole class, no, make that a whole semester, during
my graduate school days ...
My gosh, I am an artist!
If I can come up with the above paragraph, that nails it. Finished. Done.
The cycle is complete.
From my first day in
Grad school (1991, I think) when ... Oh, what was his name? The head of the department? Dr. Somebody ...
When he placed an African art piece thingy on the big table we were all
sitting at, and started in about something to do with art, and I was like, "Say what"? "What is he talking about"? ...
Blah, blah, blah ...
From then until now ...
That is art.
Seeing The Space Between ... The shapes, lines, colors, textures, contrast ...
That simple. That complex.
And the thing is, I knew that, but never really thought about it, once I actually learned it, that is.
That is art. That is becoming an artist. When you see, but don't think.
When you walk up by a stream that you have seen for years, and make an image,
without really thinking about all the space between, the contrasts, the art ...
just take a picture. Like you have thousands of times, hundreds of thousands of times, and never, ever, actually think about
all that you are seeing and doing.
It is what you do. Who you are. Why
you are there (NOT fishing).
Why you do what you do. Why you make (not just
take) the images that you do.
And it is NOT about
And it is NOT about the stream.
It is ALL ABOUT ...
it! Dr. Mulvaney. The Head of the Art Department.
Lord Help Me
I collect cameras. Have for years. About thirty years, something like that.
One or two here and there ...
$5.00 here ...
A gift there ...
Pretty low key.
Not so much ... I have written about it before. 8"x10" wooden view camera (not too low key), 4"x5" Speed Graphic, several
from my friend's
grandfather, dating back to WWII, and my uncle's donations, etc
The Polaroid SX-70 (a classic), from a yard sale while living in Germany
(or was it Korea?), the Lego Camera from, yeah ... Adorama, several cameras from my college students over the years, and
on and on ...
And me just hunting them down, all over the country, while driving
back and forth across the United States over the years.
stores, and yard sales, from across this great county of ours.
Oh, and Russia.
Can't forget St. Petersburg,
where I found the best rangefinder cameras I own ... German rip-offs like only the, then Soviets, could have come up
They are fake Leicas, called FED, in
The Mother Country. Those are the initials of the head of the Secret Police, back in the day.
Stolen from the Germans during WWII. Yeah, really ...
Sitting here typing, I can count eighty-three (not counting my cell phone; its
a phone), and that is just in the living room. And I might of missed one or two on the TV stand thing; they go way back
Then, there is up-stairs ... Ahh, maybe -- Wait,
I'll go up and actually count them.
It might take
OK. Fifty nine.
And remember, that does NOT include my "working cameras", the digital cameras I actually shoot with, day-to-day ...
No, those are not part of "The Collection". No, they are all in bags, and
put up on a wooden shelf, in a way that only makes sense to me.
I just cram them in there any way I can. Three shelves, stuffed full of LowePro (and a few other brands) bags of
various size and shapes.
Over twenty-five DSLR cameras, all but one ... Nikon.
One lone, Canon DSLR, you know, from when I taught college
classes, and some poor, lost, child showed up with "That Other Brand". I wanted to pretend I knew something about them ...
Then there are the non-DSLR type cameras ... The Point-n-Shoots, a couple of ... Well, I don't know what you call
them ... Mid-range, non-DSLR, types of cameras, and ...
-- The Nikon AW110, all-purpose, waterproof, camera that I don't leave home without.
Then, lets see ... Three or four other small, point-n-shoot cameras I kept at the middle school for years ...
All set, and ready to go.
Cameras. I have a bunch of them.
So, what does all this have to do with the above image?
Oh Lord, not
Yes, I was in one of the antique stores in downtown Lenoir, with
my mother, looking for a "new" reclining chair for her apartment, and ...
There it was, in the "Back Room" (used to be the "Discount Room", but not anymore) with no price tag on it ...
That drives me nuts. Because, of course, once you pick it up, and take it out front, they KNOW you want it, and so
No. They wouldn't do that.
asked. The lady at the desk then had to call the owner. Yeah ... She wasn't home.
asked me for my phone number, but I just said I would check back with her ... No worries.
I'm not a big "Phone Person", as most of you know.
took a week or so, but, once again, I found myself downtown Lenoir, with my mother, looking for that darn chair again (We
finally just went to BIG LOTS, and bought her one. And yes, it fit in my Element) ...
And so I stopped in to see what ridiculous price they put on this old, beat-up camera, that I had never heard of
No, that's the name of the camera ...
It is right on the front of the camera ... I have
no idea where it is made, or how old it is ...
I should of Googled it. Hold on ...
OK. "A lesser know
Japanese camera company dating back to the mid-fifties".
Mid-1950s. Like me.
Well, except for the whole Japan thing. Although, I did live there for two years, you know, back in the day ... Mid-1970s.
Twenty years after the fact.
Are you kidding me? Five bucks? I thought for sure they were going to lay it
on me, they had me just where they wanted me ... They knew I must be crazy to want a camera nobody had ever heard of before
Lord help me!
I got away with a ... Well, you know, an old camera from a company I had never heard of before.
Just what I wanted to pay for it ... Oh, yeah, I had to pay the taxes, but mom
was there, with her little coin purse thingy, you know, another artifact from the mid-1950s, that nobody has ever heard
of ... Gotta love it.
One more for the collection.
Headed over to Asheville tomorrow to pick-up another one ...
I was there last week picking up a few lenses for some other old cameras I have, and noticed they had an old
film camera that I used to have years ago ... The Minolta 202.
Now I just knew
I had one upstairs, or somewhere ... I had both the 101 and the 202 at one time. I mean, that I actually shot with back
in the 1990s ... While I lived in Fort Sheridan, near Chicago.
Nope. I checked when I got home, and found out I have two Minolta 101 cameras, no 202.
Two Minolta 101 cameras?
So now, back I go to make things right with the world.
See, I am buying all the camera models I have owned over the years, but sold
to buy newer models ...
Something I no longer do.
You know ... For the sake of My Collection.
Just one more ... I just gotta have it.
good is the Minolta 101 without the Minolta 202?
you understand, you get it ...
I knew I wasn't
the only one ...
Lord help me.
Slow it Down
I "always" keep my shutter speed up there when shooting wildlife.
Stop the Blur. Keep it Sharp. Stop the Motion. Freeze the Action. Open-Up the Lens. Use the Fastest Shutter Speed
Just do whatever it takes to keep the
main subject sharp.
OK. I can do that.
I have done it for years.
I follow orders. I'm
Until I wasn't.
In case you are not sure, I got out of the Marines in 1979.
2 Mar 79 (that's how we do things) to be exact.
like, last century ...
But I still follow orders. Most
of the time. You know what they say ...
Once a Marine,
Always a Marine.
Just older. And slower. And fatter.
Well, anyways ...
I was up in Pulaski, NY sitting in front of an osprey nest for a total
of about three days ... Give or take.
I shot hundreds
of images ... And no, I won't bring up the fact that my new camera shoots at ten frames per second again ...
But it does.
shot a lot.
And speaking of speed, with my new Nikon
D500, I also went with Lexar cards ... Yeah, something new for me.
I have used SanDisk since I first got into digital over twelve years ago. CF cards, then SD cards, then the newer
(at that time) SDHC cards.
Unless I bought something else.
Which I did.
But, you know, I like SanDisk.
But with the new camera, I bit the bullet, and went with the new 16 GB
... wait! No, the new 32 GB Lexar XQD card.
... 32 GB! Are you kidding me? I even surprise myself sometimes.
First off, what the heck is a XQD card? Never heard of it. Sounds weird to me. But this is 2017, what can I say?
I joined the 21st Century.
And get this ... The camera
also supports a SDHC card. Two different slots. One for the XQD card, and one for the SDHC card.
And yes, just to keep everything simple,
I went with the Lexar 32 GB SDHC card as well. You know, I didn't want to jinx anything.
Me? The 4 GB King, going big time.
32 GB? Crazy. Totally wild.
Do the math. Eight times
more data. I like this new math stuff ...
Now that I'm
How do they do that? The 32 GB SDHC card is
the exact same size as my old 4GB cards ... Magic, I guess.
this new XQD (I have to look at the card, which is right in front of me, every time I write down those three letters)
is a bit different ... Larger (and fatter, I mean, thicker) than the SDHC cards, but smaller, and thinner than the CF
cards. Again, weird.
Something about speed ... Sounds
good to me.
Write-Speed. All I know is that it is fast.
Faster than my D300, or the newer D300S, which this camera replaced (It took a LONG time!).
Glad I wasn't in any hurry.
Plus, a little faster than that, if that is possible.
OK, it is fast, we got that.
Faster, as in focus. Faster, as in write-speed, which to me, means getting all
that darn digital stuff, whatever it is, onto the card, and moving on to the next image ...
Move on. Keep shooting. Hold that sucker down ...
And I see the results in these new images ...
Combine that speed with continuous focus-tracking, and it is ... You know, FASTER.
Faster focus, faster write-speed, and sharper images. Magic.
I have used the older model cameras for so long, I am, and I'm not making this up ... As I'm writing this, Neil Young
is on my TV Music Choice singing "Like a Hurricane" ... Singing about "Being blown away"!
I'm blown away, alright, by how
well this new camera works ...
"Like a hurricane".
Look at this image.
After a few hundred images shot at wide-freakin'-open, I said to myself, "Self, close that puppy down, let's go for
the Notion of Motion effect."
Blur the subject. Well,
no ... Blur some aspect of the subject, like, the moving parts of the subject, but keep the rest of it sharp, you know, so
you can tell what it is.
Have SOMETHING sharp ...
Stop action/Blurred action.
There is a fine line between The Notion
of Motion, and being blurred. Or blurrrrrrred. Or, just plain, out of focus.
Or being a bad shot. Crap. Period.
fine line ...
Shoot. Close down your lens. Shoot again.
Go from f5.6 to f8. Or even f11 (bigger number, smaller opening). Yes, you can try f16, f22, whatever you got.
You got it, try it. That simple.
But, like most things in life (except owning cameras), use moderation.
Try it, you just might like it. If
not, delete it, and keep your mouth shut, no one will ever know how wild you really are.
I was just going to go, check the numbers, and give you all the data ... Shutter speed, aperture, ISO, lens length,
etc ... The Data for this image.
But, you know me, heck
with that crap, it means nothing, unless you were right there with me, in that light, with that lens, with that ISO, that
aperture, my tripod, etc ...
That's another reason I retired, but don't get me started ... Just let me teach.
Oh wait, we're talking about osprey ... And photography.
Just go out, use the gear you have (that
is ALWAYS the best gear), and shoot away.
Try different setting. Its cheap.
See what works for you, at that time, in that light, with that lens, that aperture, that tripod (or not), etc ...
That's how it works.
That's how you play. That's how you learn.
That's how I got
this shot, this image ...
Play with your aperture to get the shutter speed you want. The shutter speed
you think will give you the effect you want. Change it. Shoot. Check the results. Shoot again.
And yes, wait until the action is over until you "chimp", or review, your images!
Shoot now, look at results later.
just shoot. Be in the moment.
I didn't even know I had this shot, until I got home, and went through the images
on the computer.
Hey, I never saw my slides (that
is film, in case you were wondering) for a week or so, it won't kill you.
That said, yes, shoot, look, adjust, shoot some more ... No worries.
It's not like I'm there looking over your shoulder ... Shoot, shoot, shoot, worry about me later.
After awhile, you'll forget I'm even there ...
Motion in a still image ... After all these years, it is still magical to me.
Crazy really ... The osprey's eye is sharp, the body is sharp, the wing tips are not sharp, they're, like, MOVING
(but they're really not, it's a STILL image)!
Glad I thought about breaking all those weird rules ...
some magic the next time you are out shooting, just be sure to obey all the rules ... For a little while anyways.
Green and Black
Woods tend to be green.
The trees are green.
The ferns are green. The grass is green.
The woods surrounding
my Uncle's Camp are green.
Well, no. Really they are green and black.
Light and shadow.
Light hitting green plants,
and black shadows where the light does not hit the green plants.
Black and Green.
Green and Black.
My Uncle's Woods.
Up-State New York, just South East of Mannsville, NY, just inside Northern Oswego County. Up on Tug Hill, surrounded
by State Forests ... An island of manicured woods, within, you know, regular woods.
Nice place. Nice woods.
But you know that, well,
if you have read my BLOG before, you know that. I have been staying up there for a week, or so, during the summer, for years
I drive up Hessel (yes, one "L") Road, past my great-grandfather's,
then grandfather's, house, through the woods, go straight through an intersection (like in the middle of nowhere!), and
then turn right onto a no-name path, through some tall pine trees ...
Not a road really, but by now, a path ... A single lane path ... Two tire tracks through the woods, the tall pines
Drive past his original camp, The Red Camp (1970),
through a little gate, past a large clock, through a small little stream (when it rains every day), past his real camp (The
Blue Camp), past the large yellow, A-Frame, with the little metal fence and arched gate out front (Yes, you guessed it, The
Just past that, the next right, is where
I "camp". Park really. I just stop, and park. Then take a few minutes to transform my Honda Element (The Element Camp,
if it ever really did have a cool camp nick-name, which it doesn't) into my living quarters, and then I walk over to the next
building, across a nice mowed yard ...
"The Work Camp".
The one with the mailbox out front.
The place where everything
revolves around. The Work Bench. The Wood Stove (trash can for everything that burns), the small Gas-Refrigerator, and cupboards
after cupboards of tools, and more tools ...
And in one corner, the gas-generator.
Plus, a small, no, make that a not so small, gas-heater (Whoa, that works fast!). A weed-eater.
A chainsaw. A bow-saw. A pair of "nippers" ...
of beer. Bottles of water.
And several spare-parts, to
all the above mentioned tools ... And, most importantly, a table, with four chairs, smack-dab in the middle of the whole thing
Camp. The Work Camp.
Picture yourself there in July.
If you look
out the windows, you would see ... Green.
hitting green stuff, black shadows where the light is not hitting green stuff.
Oh, and quiet.
But you can't see quiet. Sorry, got carried away there.
And quiet. But again, you know what I mean ...
All you hear is quiet. Except for when my uncle and I are talking.
And if we aren't sitting there talking?
maybe a few birds ...
But all you would really hear
is the new, old looking, well used, weed-eater, just wailin' away, hour after hour ...
And an old, no, I mean, really, really, old lawn mower, transformed into just an old "tractor" (by
removing the whole mowing thing from underneath) just running around, hauling loads of brush to the
burning piles, up near the old burning cart thingy, which is set up, just off the "road", at
The Work Camp.
Those are the sounds of the woods, my Uncle's Woods, when he
is up there, and it is not raining.
Gas-powered power tools, for grown men, and his nephew (For a week anyways).
If I show up, and he is not in, or at, the Work Camp by some chance ... I just stop, and listen.
Oh, he's got to over there, by the old Phone Booth (Yeah, a real phone booth).
Or, he must be really out back, by the Road Sign, or no, he must be out by the bench on Bullshit Hill, weed-eatin' the
That is how it goes ...
"Past the South Jefferson Road Sign, turn left, past the Chinese Statues, over by the
Brass Kettle, next to the Gnome, and his little bridge" ...
on and so forth ...
Directions: From Point A to
wherever my uncle happens to be working at any given moment.
That is how you find my uncle.
Follow the sound
of the weed-eater.
When he leaves for the night, and I am not following him around the woods (I drive the "tractor", he walks), I follow
the light ...
I was going to write, "The sound of light",
but no, that's not right.
No, I just follow the light.
I look for light and shadows. Green and black.
I make images.
I look for images.
Green, and black, images.
Speaking of which:
First image (Top Image):
I saw these when I was looking out
the door, while listening to my uncle's stories ... They are lined right up with the door, and "my" chair.
Light and shadow. Green and black.
The teacher in me wants to write:
Green is to
Black, as Light is to _________?
But I'm retired
now, so I'll just go ahead and tell you.
to Black, as Light is to Shadow.
Which takes us to the
second image: The green, hostas plant thingy (Did I spell that right?) ...
This is just off the side of the back porch of The Work Camp.
The light was getting low in the sky, shining right onto the green plants ...
And their shadows ... The black.
"The Negative Space".
Never overlook what is
NOT in your image. Very important. In fact, it is often just as important as what actually is in the image.
A green plant (something) and the black shadow (nothing).
Green (and black) Zen.
Which brings us to the third image ...
showing my uncle my new Nikon D500 (and explaining that it is the first, real, new, brand new, camera that I have
bought in thirteen years), and he asked me, "What makes it different from the other, older, cameras you own"?
He knows I have LOTS of "old cameras".
Good question (He has LOTS of good questions).
"Speed" (I have lots of clever, one-word, answers).
And as I said this, I let 'er rip ...
The camera, that is ...
Ten frames per-second.
Just like that ...
And this is just one of the resulting
images (Ahh, there were more than ten, trust me).
just pointed the 900mm lens out the door (towards the light), and fired away ... You know, for the sound effects
... Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam ... For a few seconds ... Bam. Bam. Bam ...
Never looked to see what I was actually pointing at (the poach railing, with
the yard, and ferns, in the background) or cared.
sound, baby, the sound ..................................
Then I looked down, and saw the resulting images ...
Green, abstract, swirls of light thingys ... A bunch of 'em ... Green, green, green ... Swirls.
Abstract, Green, Light Swirls, Art.
I loved it. My uncle thought I was crazy ...
he knew that already. He knows me.
He knows my passion.
He understands my passion.
He gets me.
He is the one that helped me build my Camera Obscura a few years ago, and has
given me a few cameras for my collection over the years ... He was an antique dealer, and silver-plater for most of his
life, he knows passion ...
He's an artist.
Except he smokes cigars.
... After a week up in the woods with him, I must admit, I did begin to smell like one ...
But, it keeps the mosquitoes away.
But only if I stay inside the building ...
All bets are off. It is a War Zone up there
... All that rain. Standing water. Heat.
Look at the
Light. Get Closer. Shoot lots of Images.
Run like Hell.
to the "Work Camp" and its smell, its odor.
Ahhhhhhhhh ... The Work Camp.
I made it to New York!
My sister had to come
down to watch after her adorable grandchildren, so I had the chance to drive up to Richland, NY to photograph my osprey nest
just outside of town.
Did I say my? My nest?
Sorry ... Their osprey nest. I have been photographing this nest for the past,
what? Five years? Seven?
The past few years.
You know ... Time flies while you're having fun.
Oh, and I also spent a week in my Uncle's camp up in the State Forest just outside
of Mannsville, NY.
You know about that too ...
Same thing. I have been staying up there for a few years as well ... But, that
is another story ...
I believe I told you about my new
(like, BRAND SPANKIN' NEW) Nikon D500.
someone that mainly shoots with the Nikon D90, it is literally like night and day.
Ten-frames a second, fast.
Fast focus. Oh, and actuate. Fast, actuate, focus ... BAM!
I like it.
That is why I took it up there. The nest. The osprey. The
osprey landing in it's nest.
Did I mention ten-frames per second?
Fast. Fast. Fast. Fast. Fast. Fast. Fast. Fast. Fast.
Faster than you can read
get the point.
I was in New York ten days (yes, that fast!) ... It rained,
like, eight. Clouds. Rain. More rain. Clouds. Rain.
"Partly cloudy. Chance of rain."
EVERY day I
was up to camp.
But, before that ... First two days at my sister's house in Richland, no images.
I went to the nest ...
I, well ... I didn't
I found out that there was one chick. It was
BIG by the time I got up North this summer, but it wasn't flying yet.
Yes, another photographer stopped by ... Like, the first time ever! He brought me up to speed. He shot with a Canon
(white lens) with a camo lens cover from inside his truck ... The "regular" camo, I was in the Marine Corps, so I went
with the military digital camo that is all the rage (well, to me anyways) ...
I didn't even haul out the big gun ... The Nikkor 300mm f2.8 with the 2X converter, mounted on a big Gitzo
Naw ... Clouds. Like, covering the whole sky
type of clouds ... Gray skies.
I took a few shots with
my Canon D60, with its little bitty 18-135mm lens.
gun. Pistol really.
But it did give me a nice gray exposure ... Something like 18% gray, to be,
sort-of, kind-of correct.
Gray. No, I won't even go into
the details about the other 49 shades of gray that were in the sky that day ... That week.
So, after two nights on the couch at Nancy
and Dan's house, off to the woods I went.
And, like I
"Partly cloudy, chance of rain".
I spent six nights, seven days, up in "MY ELEMENT" and ... Well, worked
with the chain saw one day. One time.
Really. Too wet
when it rained, and too wet after it rained, to do any work in the wet woods.
I did take him to Watertown and Adams one day ... You know, to pick up his medicine. Just like with his sister, my
mom, down here in Hudson/Lenoir.
Now, I did burn a nice pile
of branches that my uncle had piled up for me, you know, to have a hot meal a couple of those nights, but that was about the
extent of work we got accomplished that week.
Oh, that, and, well ... Talk.
And ask questions that we couldn't answer ... (which Jennifer was so kind to reply to ...). Our
"Google It Girl".
Yes, my "dumb phone" works up in the
woods ... I even talked to mom one time, if I stood in just the right spot and ... Well, moved here, moved there. But, it
worked, that's all I can say.
My brother? Not so lucky.
Not so much. I tried everything, but just had to text. That's all that worked.
Drove back down to Richland after
a great week with my uncle. Did I mention it was quiet up there at night?
No? It is. Like crazy quiet ...
Well, I'll talk
about that next time ...
Back to our little feathered
friends along the Salmon River ...
goes the tripod and lens ...
Wait for it ...
OK, they were all out and about.
The chick, was, like, as big as the parents, and out flying around like he had been doing it for all of, what? A
I can never tell who is who ... But you already know that.
Flying, landing, flying some more ... Calling out. Waiting.
Ten frames per second.
To give you some idea
of what I was going through, my old, trusty, D90 shoots at, what? Four? Four frames per-second.
My D300, and D300S, shoots at eight. I almost forgot. I have peed my pants over that, for what? The past
few years ... Seven? Eight?
I don't know. A long time.
So, there I was ...
One of the osprey comes in, fire away! I just held the shutter release down ... One-one thousand, two-one thousand,
Four. Five ...
Do the math ...
Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Forty. Fifty.
Fifty shots in five-seconds. Five times one, bring down the zero ...
What comes after peeing your pants?
That fast. That quick.
Let 'er rip ...
Blue sky. Osprey. Ten frames per-second.
I have images ... Oh, and
did I mention I had the camera set to continuous focus? Yeah. The camera/lens tracks the bird while it is in motion ... Go
Welcome to the 21st century.
Ten, FOCUSED, images of an osprey landing at it's nest, or in this case, taking
off, from it's nest ...
Wait! I mean, fifty. Fifty, well
focused, images ...
BAM. BAM. BAM. And on, and on,
and on ...
Here are a couple of images ... Well, two
Two images that say all there is to say about
why I bought a new camera.
True, the lens is nice, and
I have covered that before ...
But, it does deserve some
The first shot is as it came out of the camera
... "The Digital Negative".
No crop. No nothing.
Of all the images, and there were a lot. BAM! I liked this one.
The moment. The wings. The framing. The eye ...
Just taking off for another flight ...
the chick. That I know. The male or the female parent ... Which? I have no clue.
I got a bunch of images of this particular take-off ... And this one shot caught my eye.
Well, the osprey's eye, but you know what I mean ...
I even zoomed in on the back of the camera, right there along the road, to
see what my mind's eye wanted me to see, if I had a 900mm, f5.6, lens for an eye.
My left-eye, that is. I shoot with
my left eye.
And, I just thought of this, it is the bird's
left eye as well ...
I have no idea what that is all
about, but, well, anyways ...
I zoomed in on the display
screen and saw what I wanted to see, but couldn't.
Under the wings. Framed by the wings.
And it is SHARP. In-focus.
That is the lens.
The whole "framed by the wings"
thing? That is the camera. The focus. The speed.
moment. A moment frozen in time. Forever.
The lens. The
It takes two to ... No, I'll just stop there
... My mind works in strange ways. Always going for the pun, the clever catch-phrase of the day, the one-liner ...
It always has.
should of heard me in sixth grade. Eighth. A senior? Oh, please ...
Even worse, years later (there was a twenty year gap) ... In MY classroom. It got worse as the years flew by
In the middle school, AND, at the college.
"It takes two to Tango" ... There, I said it. Sorry, I couldn't resist.
But I digress.
The lens and the camera.
The glass and the motordrive.
That is what this shot, this image, is all about.
Big glass (900mm) and big burst speed (again, TEN frames per second).
Now, true ...
Ten frames per second is not the
top-of-the-line, earth shattering speed ...
I had a student in my class once, with a Nikon D3. Ahh, something like, twelve
frames per second ...
A machine gun.
Or, was it fourteen? Whatever, it was FAST!
Remember, this is me. School teacher. RETIRED school teacher.
Four frames per-second for the past, what? Thirteen years? Eight frames per-second for the past two? Three?
The speed, and the sharpness, of this new camera just blows my mind.
Now, the second image ... Oh, wait ... I have to mention ... Did you notice
the claws, I mean, talons?
But, back to the second image ...
That is just a very small portion of
the original (top image), 20 mega-pixel file.
cropped big time. I just dug in there and cropped ...
is technology. That is a new camera. And yes, a great lens.
the speed. Not top-notch, cutting edge speed, but, pretty darn close. Pretty darn good.
I'll say it one more time ...
Ten frames per-second.
With super-fast focus. Tack sharp.
Together, they made for a really great time up in Pulaski, sitting
on the tailgate of my Element (with a pillow, of course) ... Just waiting. Watching. Waiting some more. Hoping. Wishing. Coaxing.
"Fly osprey fly" ... Please? One more time.
So I can pee my pants ... One more time.
for it ...
That good. That fast.
Glad I could finally retire.
But no, I will have to wait a few more months for that ... Heck, I have
"retired" every year for the past twenty-four years ...
For a couple of months anyways.
No, it won't
be until October, when I am down on South Georgia Island, looking through my viewfinder at, what? Half a million Emperor
Penguins, that I will really, truly, comprehend the fact I'm retired.
And no, I won't need 900mm of glass,
or that ten frames per-second speed ... They are close, and they are slow (on land, anyways).
No, I won't be worried about that. I will be worried about that whole peein'
my pants thing ...
The Falkland Islands, South Georgia
Island (NOT Georgia, as in The United States. No, no, much, much farther south), and Antarctica. Three weeks.
Then, and only then, will I know that I'm really retired.
October? November? During the school year? Not during Easter, or Christmas,
or Summer Break?
W. Eugene Smith
I wrote my Master's Thesis on Combat Photography back in 1993.
Back in the day.
I was in Graduate School, while
living north of Chicago. The wrong place, at the right time.
See, Columbia College is an Art School. I was not your typical college art school student.
got kicked out of art class in high school, took one art class in Community College -- Something to do with watching movies
-- And never even thought of myself as an art person, or, heaven forbid, an artist.
I can't sing, draw, paint, build, or, no ... Wait, I was once in a play, in high school, what was it? I was
a delivery man ... Neil Simon ... Can't think of the name of the play at this second. One line. No, really, I had one
And no, I can't remember it now. This was, what?
Late 1972, or early 1973, one or the other; it was my Senior Year.
Art. I was an artist. Perfect.
So, there I was,
in a Graduate Program, in photography, at an Art School, with little or no background in art.
Not so perfect.
Prior to being accepted into
the Graduate program, I had worked for The Department of the Army, as a photographer, while living in Germany. Three years
-- 1985 to 1988.
I thought of myself as a photojournalist,
although, truth be told, most of my work was in a studio, shooting B/W official photographs for soldiers in the
Army, once they got to a certain rank: E-6 (staff sergeant) and above.
Not art, per say ...
But ... What I really enjoyed,
and worked very hard at, was getting out of the studio, and out photographing the various field operations for the Second
Armor Division ... Men and their toys.
training. General Patton's famed tank corps of WWII. Out of the studio, into, and through the mud. Bergen-Belsen. The
former property of the work-camp where Anne Frank, and her sister, were sent to their deaths just before the end of the
At the same time, I also picked-up work as a travel photographer, working for a stock agency called Strawberry Media,
that specialized in American military publications in Europe.
Run by a retired Army officer, I had most of my work published in airline in-flight magazines, as well as travel
magazines, Berlitz language guides, and calendars.
Travel stuff. Military stuff.
Or so I thought. Or dared to admit.
So, for my thesis, I went with
what I enjoyed most: Combat Photography. As if shooting "War Games" had anything to do with war photography.
But, ten years before, in my under-graduate work, I
majored in history: Social Studies. That is what I enjoy the most. I studied combat photography and the people that covered
W. Eugene Smith was a LIFE photographer that covered the action in
the Pacific during World War Two. He photographed Marines.
I was in the Marines, a sergeant, an E-5. I was trained in mortars, but spent two years over in Japan raising hell,
I mean, guarding a Naval Air Station from ... Well, you know, somebody. This was thirty something years after the war.
I did go on to spend my last six months with an infantry unit at Camp Lejeune,
North Carolina. I was a Platoon Sergeant in charge of 60mm mortars.
I had never seen a 60mm mortar. I had trained on the 81mm mortars ... Right Church, Wrong Pew. Close, but no cigar.
I knew nothing, yet I
was in charge.
What a trip. The good thing was that I knew I knew nothing, so I let the men that did know something, run the show,
and I made sure all the crap was taken care of ... You know, work details for this and that, all the men had hair-cuts,
organized foot lockers, and that their rooms were squared away.
No worries. That, I could handle.
I was infantry.
I was a Marine. I could march. I could make my bed.
months. We trained with the Army Special Forces, on and off Fort Bragg, NC and got to "go home" for Cold Weather Training
up at Fort Drum, in Up-State New York.
Where I grew
up. I knew snow.
So there I was, years later, in
art school, in Chicago.
Like I said, no worries.
Combat Photography. W. Eugene Smith. David Douglas Duncan. Robert Capa. The
greats. That is what, and who, I studied; who I researched. At an Art School.
My advisor thought I was nuts.
But I was a stubborn
nut, and I finished "my" paper ... You know, after a couple (like four, or five, or six) revisions, of course, so that
the paper sounded like it was written by anyone but me, but that is formal education. Higher learning.
Art? Combat photography? W. Eugene Smith? LIFE magazine?
is what I was thinking about when I took this image ... What? Twenty-four years later.
Yeah. The Family of Man. One of the greatest photography exhibits ever put together. It was held the year I was born;
1955. New York City. The Museum of Modern Art.
of Man. Google it. Or ask me, I have a copy of the book, from the show, upstairs. A classic.
Look for an image in the book that looks like the above image ... Just envision two young kids, walking hand-in-hand,
down that gravel road ... A Walk to Paradise Garden.
Eugene's kids. His back yard. One of his most famous images. One of THE most famous images.
Smith was covering the battle of Tarawa,
an island in the Pacific, when an explosion nearly killed him. He spent over a year recovering from operation after operation.
And then at home.
This image of his children, walking down a path through the woods, was the first image Smith made after his many
operations, and recovery.
A combat photojournalist's
first image after the horrors of war, was of his children walking through his garden ...
I saw the arch, the woods, the road (OK, they were walking down a path), and I saw W. Eugene Smith's image in my
I took this picture, made this image.
I saw the two children holding hands. The boy's foot lifting off the ground,
ever so slightly, that shadow under his heel, the path ...
how that works.
No kids. No holding hands.
But the arch ... The "path" ... The woods. I saw it ...
That is the power of art. The power of photography. The power of memory.
The love of art. The love of making an image. Seeing an image. The love of photography.
"My Camp". Up in the woods. The gravel road. The arch. The memory of an image ...
I'm glad I went to the wrong school to study art. Study history. Live in the Foothills. And have a place where
I can see, and make, art.
Or simply take a picture. Make
a photograph. See lines, see shapes, notice contrasts, and most importantly, find peace in the woods; with my camera
Like W. Eugene Smith saw in his backyard, with
his kids, with his camera.
Google it. See if you
don't see what I saw, what I envisioned ...
3D Sunflower Seeds
On my way back from photographing my friend's Official 4th of July Family Portraits, I just had to stop and photograph
some sunflowers along side the road.
Yes, the same section
I stopped at a few days before that, and even before that ...
Hey, they're on the way, what can I say?
just been using my Nikkor 70-200mm f2.8 lens and it was just sitting on the passenger's seat anyways ... Perfect.
True, I would tell my students that any image taken with a tripod will be sharper
than one without ... If, and only if, you take the VR off while it is mounted on the tripod.
I didn't have a tripod with me.
And please, lets just keep that to ourselves, OK?
too easy ... I just had to re-think the way I wanted to shoot this beautiful sunflower.
What story could I tell? What "look" could I give it?
How was I going to come away smelling like a sunflower on this one?
The sun was just right, low in the sky and ...
actually, no, it was in the wrong position, with the front of the flowers pointing one way, and the sun shining the other
Oh, but look at that! One flower. In full glory,
turned around and facing the sun. You would of thought I planned it that way.
I got out, walked down, got close,
well, you know, as close as I could with the lens I was using, and "Filled the Frame".
I love sunflower seeds. I mean, to a
point where I just might be eating too many of them, I don't know ... Un-shelled kernels. A lot of them.
Hey, they're small ... I get carried away.
I had my image.
I checked the edges ... Oh wait.
The flower had such a deep center, that my depth of field, remember, f2.8 ("Little Number, Little Depth of Field"),
was not enough to keep the whole image in focus.
on different focal planes ...
The trick is to keep the
sunflower, and my sensor, parallel to each other.
Which plane of the sunflower? The front? The middle? Or the back? It is DEEP!
I picked the back ... And kept my lens/sunflower as parallel as possible, and fired away.
Well? OK, not everything in focus, but, will it work?
I needed more Depth of Field.
Darn. No tripod. And I didn't want to
risk hand-holding the lens closed down to, say, f16, my MAGIC SWEET SPOT, for maximum depth of field ...
Less Light, More time. Not a good thing without a tripod.
Unless, of course, your heart stops beating ...
What the heck ...
or six quick shots ...
I got it.
Not what I had planned, but what I needed, what I could get, at that time, that
moment, in that situation.
Period. That simple.
It is the never-ending game of shutter-speed and aperture that every photographer
must deal with while making images.
Every shot. Every
time. Every click.
What ISO (effects shutter speeds)?
What aperture (effects depth of field)?
What shutter-speed (effects the whole motion/sharpness/blur thing -- THE most important factor to me)?
Three BIG questions you have to deal with every time you press the shutter.
Basic Exposure 101.
The Exposure Triangle.
The Nuts and Bolts of
Photography. Whatever you want to call it, you have to have an idea on how these three components work together, if you ever
want to go beyond just taking snapshots.
And the good
The combinations are endless.
And, once you get the basic exposure down pat, you can change the settings to
capture the LOOK (Depth of Field) of the image that you want.
Again, ENDLESS (Well, a lot anyways, let's just go with that).
I could have used f22, f16, f11, f8, or, as in this case, f5.6, and because I shoot in Aperture Priority, my
shutter-speed would have tagged along (the camera does the work for you) in order to keep the basic exposure settings correct.
And that is not even counting the changes in ISO I could
have changed ... Oh yeah, it can get crazy.
have been properly exposed, AND, I am quite sure, every seed would have been as sharp as the others at f16, with the help
of a tripod.
Or, now get this ...
I could have kept it at f16 (no tripod), wiggled the camera during the exposure,
and created something along the lines of an abstract painting.
That works too (Well, maybe, it is a gamble after all).
After looking at this image as my screen-saver (nice and big), I like the 3D effect it has by drawing your eyes into
the sharpness ... From left to right.
A sunflower seed
roll-a-coaster ... Whoa!
Thet say, that the human eye
is drawn to the sharpest area of any given image ... I don't know, someone must have gotten paid to stare at images someplace,
sometime, you know, in the name of science, I mean, art.
is how things are done, I guess ...
That said, I agree.
That is a good thing.
For photography. For art.
It draws you in ...
It is what allows photographers (and painters) - OK, artists, to show depth
in a flat image, or canvas, or computer screen, or ... Well, you know ... A 2D image.
3D effects on a 2D medium.
If you have an questions
on all of this artsy stuff ... "Google" The Mona Lisa ... and take a look at the background.
Yeah. If it worked for Leonardo, it works for me. He was painting at f2.8 before there even was such a thing as f2.8.
... It gets me out of a rut, you know, ALWAYS shooting at f16. ALWAYS having everything sharp from edge to edge
... Hey, I'm retired now, I can do whatever I want.
that's a game changer ...
Plus, you can't go wrong.
And, if you do (and you will), just tell them that you are trying something
new, something artsy, and want to go rouge, and change the world!
Works for me.
The Games I Play
Three-fold game here:
Color vs. Black and White
OK, first, lets start by saying I like to drive up into the woods above Collottesville.
You know that.
Second, I like to play. You know
I also hope you know that, to me, playing is
teaching. It is what I did for, say, well, I'm still doing it, in the classroom, or not.
It is what I do. Did.
You also know I have a
number of cameras. Yeah.
I take a few of them with me
when I go up into the woods. Or anywhere else, really.
there I was ... In the woods. At "MY CAMP", if I ever really owned a camp. To be honest, first off, it is not a camp. It is
a dead-end, pull-off, from the gravel road I take up a small mountain ... A true foothill, if ever there was one.
A gravel road pull-out.
I have spent many a night there over the
past, what? 10 - 12 years?
Call it 13. Yeah.
I like it up there.
I pull in, turn around, and park up by a section where it is flat, well no, a wee-bit of a slope, so I can sleep
with my head a little higher ...
I have just the
And I pull out my chair ... Set it off
to the side, and, well ...
Read. Dream. Eat. Relax. Get
out my camera. Play. Take walks. Make images. Dream some more. Take a few more images on the way back. Over and over.
Oh, and clean up all the crap people leave around ...
But, don't get me started on that ...
Anyway, on this fine day, I had the Nikon D7000 I just picked-up, at you know where ... And yes, you also
know I bought it "not new", with the MB-D11 grip, for under $500.
I don't know how I find these things ... Well, yes, I do, but that is another story, for another time ...
There I was. Happy as could be. A Nikon D7000, with a 40mm Nikkor macro lens
in my hands, while in the woods. Perfect.
I then told myself, "Self, you can not move
out of the little area you are sitting in, and you have to find two images. Quick"!
don't know ... Say, ten feet by twelve feet. Something like that. Not tiny, but not LARGE
either. My Honda Element parked on one side, woods on the other three sides.
I looked around. I looked at the light (or was it the other way around?). Soft diffused light, at the moment, better
hurry. It changes fast.
Quick. Find something, anything.
no, you know, find something nice. Something graphic, with lines, shapes, patterns, texture, color, contrast, or,
all of the above.
I told my college classes every semester, every year ... "You find something
graphic, you found an image".
"Find it in great light, and you have just found art". Again, period, with a capital
So, I took my own advise ...
that was easy. Simple. Look at them? Green art, just sitting there ... Lines every which way ...
The right light. Soft light, to bring
out every little detail. Every line ... Every point.
Well ... OK, not as easy ... Look.
Oh wait ... On "the backside", away from the wooded area ...
me say that again, "My Element". Just sitting there, in the perfect spot.
No, really, BAM (my license plate, for
those of you that have no idea what I am talking about). My Element, in the perfect spot, in the perfect light.
The red tail light. Color!
Lit by the sun ... Sparkles!
So, lets see
... Color. Shapes. Lines. Contrast. Patterns. And Sparkles? Are you kidding me?
Yeah, I didn't even have to leave
"my restricted space", my area ... I really was in my element (You knew it was coming sooner or later ... I love it).
For both of them, I used one of my smaller
tripods, and ... Let's see:
That easy. That fast.
I had 'em.
Two images in, like, five minutes,
Less probably. More maybe. I don't know ... Time fades
away in these kind of games. I get into a Zone ... Photo Zen, if you will ...
True, it was a few days ago, but
I really have no idea how long I actually played my little game.
Seemed like a short period of time, maybe not.
know me, I took several images ... From each "scene", from this close, that close, closer, closer yet ... Looking. Always
looking, as I moved the camera ever so slightly, one way or the other, as I moved in. Closer.
Visual hunting. With
a camera. My eye. My mind.
My mind's eye.
Slow down ... That is key to the success of the game ...
Check the corners of the frame. Any lines? Where do you want them?
Coming out the corners? Up here? Over there? Pointing lines? Leading lines?
Be quick, but don't hurry.
OK, yes ... Once again, I stole that quote from the late, great, UCLA basketball
coach, John Wooden. I love it. Drove my middle school kids crazy as they were running up and down the hall ... Say what?
"Be quick, but don't hurry".
True, it is fun to limit yourself
sometimes, but it is all just for practice. You know, for when you are actually out there, say, in Paris, or Lenoir,
walking around, looking for images.
Not just playing a game in the woods ...
Anywhere. Anytime. Anyplace.
That was easy.
... "The Rest of the Story".
OK, that was fun.
Nothing new. I do it all the time.
Next, I was going through the images back at my place, and BAM, there I go again
I saw the lines, the contrast, the shapes, you know,
all that stuff, and said to myself, "Self, time to play".
#3: Color vs. Black and White
So, on the computer this time, using my fancy, dancy, Photoshop Elements 10 (or whatever, an OLD version, lets put
it that way) I pushed one more button ...
to Black and White (I don't know, I always want capitalize them).
"Too easy, drill sergeant, too easy"
(Yes, I stole that from when I photographed Army recruits at Fort Jackson, SC) years ago.
A life time ago ...
We never sang that
in the Marines ... First, we had real Drill Instructors, not Drill Sergeants, and second, we would never admit (out loud) anything
was too easy. Are you kidding me? In Boot Camp? Parris Island?
But I digress.
So, what could I do to make it
more than just pushing one little button?
Slide one little
button, or two, or three ...
So I did ...
Convert to Black and White, takes each primary color and lets you "play with
them" to get the results you want.
OK, that is just my
non-tech way of putting it ... I have no idea how it really works, it just does ...
I just play ... Slide ... Oh, no ... Too much, back ... There. Perfect.
Slide red. Slide blue. And yes, slide
green. One, two three ...
Back and forth. A little, or
Who cares? You can always slide them back
the other way. Can't get lost.
Contrast? Another slider thingy ...
Slide ... Oh no ... Whoa!
Slide it back. Play.
Now, I get to play again while writing this all
down on my blog, I mean, BLOG.
No, I mean, I'm really done now.
Until the next time ...
Oh crap, wait ...
I forgot to mention the whole LIGHT thing.
Remember, I have mentioned that there is no such thing as BAD light, just the wrong kind of light for any given subject,
at any given time, and place.
Did you notice the difference
in the light in these two images?
Fern. What kind of
Taillight. Same light? Different?
What kind of light?
Does it, or really, did it, make a difference?
soft light for the fern, and harder, brighter light for the tail light.
Both within ten feet of each other. Maybe twelve. Whatever.
In the woods. Shade, no shade.
Different light for different subjects.
the ferns in soft, diffused light ... There is enough "space between" to show the contrast. No light required.
I also liked, or really needed, the hard, brighter, contrasty light hitting
the tail light. Back to that one word again ... Contrast.
red "popped", and when it came to the Black and White version, "popped" is right! I needed that spark, that pop!
No Pop vs. Pop!
The game is all about matching the right light, with the right subject.
Love it when things work out.
I mean, POP.
it doesn't quite have the same ring to it, does it?
Now I am finished.
Your camera, well, most cameras (my new, I mean real new, not used, Nikon D500 does not have one) usually have a
small pop-up flash built into it.
It is free.
OK, technically it is not free, but it came with the camera, so you know what
I mean ... You don't have to pay for it every time you use it.
It is also considered to be "available light", because ...
Wait for it ...
If you are using a camera with
a pop-up flash, well ... It is available, any time you are actually using the camera.
Push a button. Magic.
It is what the little flash is for ... What it is designed to do.
Fill-in the shadows.
In this case, I was driving back from a day up at "My Camp" in the woods above Collettsville ...
Right along the side of the road is a long, skinny row, or two, or three, of
sunflowers ... I don't know ... 100 yards? 200? Something like that ...
I like sunflowers.
I shoot them whenever, and
wherever I find, them, see them, pass by them ... You get the picture (Get it? Picture? Get the picture? Oh boy ...)
I stopped, pulled off to the side of the road, got out, got my camera, and ...
Well ... Rule Number One.
The flowers were pointing one way, the light was coming from another way ... The opposite way ...
Nice, but ...
sunflowers are nice ...
But the front is in shadow ...
I didn't have an assistant with me with a large reflector (I looked around,
couldn't find one), so ...
I did the next best thing
... Or actually, I did the FIRST "bestest" thing ...
went to my fill-flash button ...
I pushed a button and
The sun lights the flower from the back,
the little, tiny, itsy-bitsy, flash on top of the camera "fills-in" the shadows in the front of the flower.
It balances the light from the sun with the light from the flash. A little bit
of this and a litle bit of that ...
Two exposures for the price of one: Natural light, and fake, artificial, electronic,
One, two ...
All in one shot.
Just what I needed.
Just what my image needed.
And, better yet,
it was just what I had available to me, at that time, and at that place.
You have one, use it.
Now, you know I have my
Three Rules, and my Three Buttons that I have talked about for over twenty years at the college ... You know, the ones I preach/write/Blog
about all the time ...
The number four button, if I could
count that high, would be ... The Fill-Flash Button.
I have that covered with Rule Number One: Look at the Light.
looked, it didn't look right ...
Oh wait, yes it did.
See, our eyes can see "into the shadows", where a camera sensor can not.
It looked right.
It fact, there where no shadows when I looked at this flower, or, when I took the first picture.
shadows only came when the camera (the sensor) read the backlighting situation, and exposed for the bright light ... The backlight
- On the BACK of the flower.
It does its job
as it is designed to do. In fact, it does it quite well. Those Japanese Wizards I am always taking about know their stuff
But ... It the case of backlighting, and I learned
this a LONG time ago ...
The Meter is a Moron.
True story ...
I took my first photography course, through the mail I might add, with The New York Institute of Photography, I learned that
The Meter is a Moron.
Basic Exposure 101.
The meter reads light ... Again, period. That is all it does. And yes, it is a moron.
It does not see the image ... It does not know that I am taking a shot of a sunflower. It can not read my mind and
figure out that I want my light, my way.
I want it all,
No, it exposed the sunflower the way it thought
it should be exposed. And it was. Perfect.
The BACK of
The part I wasn't photographing. The one
part of the flower I couldn't actually see, wasn't in my viewfinder ... NOT in my image.
Perfect, but incorrect for the vision I had in my head ... MY vision.
Not the geek back in Japan that made my camera years ago ...
Oh, by the way ... I was using my "new" used Nikon D7000, with the 40mm macro lens in case you were wondering ...
The camera did it's job, now I had to do mine.
I'm the artist. I'm in charge of my images, my art.
pushed the button, Nikon did the rest (Yes, I sort of, kind of, stole that line from Kodak. Please forgive me).
my lesson for the day ...
Get out there, carry a camera,
look at the light, and make the camera do what you want it to do.
Learn to see like a lens, and think like a camera (I'm sure I stole that from somewhere/someone).
Know what your camera can, and can not do, and learn what to do to get it to
work the way you want it to work.
Push the button.
Button Number Four.
Unofficially, that is ...
I drive over I-40 every time I go fishing.
The state has wild flowers spread out among
the on and off ramps ... It is very nice. I have photographed them for years ...
Poppies. Purple things. White things. All kinds of things ... Even some sunflowers.
I stop for poppies and sunflowers. I am a creature of habit.
So, on the way back from dropping off the music images over near Icard, I pulled over, walked over to the fields
of flowers ... And took pictures, I mean, made images.
the best field of flowers I've ever seen over there, but, flowers are flowers, and I did see a red poppy, or two ... And even
a yellow sunflower, or two, or three. The little ones ...
yes, I just so happened to have had my 40mm macro lens on my new (used) Nikon D7000.
I knew what I wanted before I ever
got out of the car. Funny how that works.
This was around
noon ... Give or take, and the sun was out among the clouds. Not bad. Not ideal for some subjects, but for macro work, perfect.
That is the key.
The wrong time of day, but the right type of light. Which, just so happens, makes it the right time of day to be
in a field, with a macro lens, photographing poppies and sunflowers.
The key being ... Macro.
I'm up close. Within
an inch of the flower most of the time, two or three inches at the most. I don't need a lot of light. And what little
light that I do need can be changed very easily if needed ...
To hard a light? ... You only need to diffuse a very small amount. A trash bag, a diffuser (a small one), a small
softbox, anything that diffuses light. And it can be small ...
Need more light? Use that trash bag, that you have handy, to bounce the light back into the frame ... Again, you
won't need much.
You only need to light a
six to eight inch square ...
A sheet of paper, a newspaper,
a napkin,. I saved the wrapper that came with my hot dog when the school took the kids to see the Crawdad's ... White on one
side, wrinkled aluminum foil on the other. Perfect.
Back in the day, I used two small pieces
of cardboard, some aluminum foil, crumpled it up, then flatten it back out, and taped it to the cardboard ... Reflector boards
that fit in my camera bag.
Whatever works ... In The
Grand Caymans, the house I stayed at had some real thin, white cutting board things in the kitchen ... Fits in my bag.
Yes, I asked ... They had several. The owner was amused when I told her what
I used it for.
You will be surprised what will work,
when the main subject is usually, what? Six inches, or less, in diameter.
On this day, in this light, I didn't need anything. All I had to do was bend the plant around to place the light
where I needed it.
Except for certain little bugs that we will talk about later ... Yes, I was wearing shorts and sandals ...
Duh? I'm retired.
So, off into the fields I went ...
Sun. A fast f2.8 lens ... Fearless.
Just playin' ... Lookin'. Huntin'.
You know me ...
Shoot this, shoot that ... Turning
the flowers up into the sun ... Away from the sun ... Firing away ... Shoot, shoot, shoot ...
Backlit. Frontlit. Sidelit. Whateverlit (Yes, these are words ... Photographic technical terms used by me. Don't
worry, I taught college photography, I know).
to follow my own rules of photography: Look at the Light (check). Get Closer (check). And Shoot Lots of Pictures (check).
Camera in one hand, turning the flower every which way but loose in the
other hand, and firing away ... Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.
I didn't keep track of the number of shots, but if you are still reading this, you know ...
I shoot a lot.
Doesn't cost anything. Well,
you know, it doesn't cost anything once you actually bought the card ... And you wouldn't be out there shooting without a
card (I hope), so, you know what I mean ...
Let 'er rip (I might have stolen these, non-technical terms from
my days as a Marine)!
I think the D7000 shoots at 6 frames per
second ... So I did.
Then, I looked for another
flower, or flowers ... Oh look, little green bugs. One giving the other a little ride ... How cute.
I think I had both hands on the camera then ...
Down on one knee. Out in a field along I-40. Exit 113, Valdese!
Love it. Move on ...
One tiny, little bitty one ... All wrapped up. Look
at it! Wild. Tiny little hairs all over the place ... Lit up by the sun.
Did I mention I like Poppies? See, I
even capitalized it ... Poppies. Quite proper.
closer. Even better.
I saw things ... I saw wings ...
Red wings. I got closer. Like, on top of the petal close ... That close.
Red butterfly wings ... BIG, red,
butterfly wings, or wing ...
That is what I saw, that
is what I wanted to capture. I also want you, the viewer, to see big, red, butterfly wings, or wing, where there are
no big, red, butterfly wings, or wing.
That is what photographers
What artists do.
They see things through the viewfinder, and then want others to see it too. Even if what they are looking at isn't
what you want them to see ... Did you follow that?
Flowers become wings ...
Like magic, only better.
Until I got home, went through the images, did this, did that, had
dinner, worked/played on the computer, and then got ready for bed ...
And noticed little red dots all over my lower body ...
Now that, as you can only imagine, was a real work of art.
I might have to re-think that whole
"Get Closer" thing ...
No. I just bought a little bottle
of clear nail polish ...
Which, again, I learned from
my first extended stay in North Carolina back in late 1978 and early 1979.
Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.
Home of the Chiggers
You do what you have to do to get the images you
Re-think Rule Number Two?
Nope, not going to happen ...
The great thing about photography is that it is a visual art.
bad thing about photography, well, still photography anyways, is that it is purely a visual art.
No sound. Just visual.
Funny how that works.
I was asked to come over to a friend's house to photograph a band that he is putting together.
Now, I've worked with Cam, and his wife, Fran, for about twenty years now, when
I was at the middle school.
True, they are math teachers,
but we got along pretty good. I even team taught with Cam for a year.
Yeah, me, in a "regular math class", whatever the heck that means ...
I don't know about the students, but I was blown away ...
8th grade math is tough. Period.
I was like
... Say what? Slope?
I'm not a math person. Period.
Cam, and Fran are. Whew.
True, I taught math for over twenty years, but I made it perfectly clear, that I was a Special Education math teacher.
I worked on the skills that the middle school kids missed while in the elementary school.
That, I could handle. Addition. Subtraction (I mean ... "take away"), counting
money, telling time, you know, stuff like that. Stuff I knew pretty well.
I told my students that I had to go to summer school after the fourth grade, because I didn't know my multiplication
I know them now.
I taught them for 24 years.
Same thing over, and over, and over ...
And over and over again ...
I get carried away ...
I went to photograph music.
How can anyone photography music? A sound?
Think about it.
Capture sound with a camera?
Something you can not see.
But I have done it for a LONG time now ... Photographing
In 1984 I was hired by the Public Affairs Office at Fort Gordon, GA to photograph Lou Rawls ...
You know, Old School, R&B singer from back in the day.
Cool. I'll loved it.
I photographed his outdoor concert from down in front of the stage, and up in a bucket thing above the stage ...
even knew one or two of his songs ...
Yes, he was in the Army back in the 1950s. He enjoyed playing for the troops thirty
something years later.
I enjoyed him playing for the
I got to meet him before the show, followed him
around while he ate dinner with the soldiers (and he told me something I never forgot ... NEVER photograph people while they
are shoving food into their mouth - True story!), got to go into his bus before the show, I had a great time.
The lift-bucket, or whatever you call it ... Cherry-picker, can't think
of it at the moment ... Was the best. Up above the stage and the crowd. During the concert.
Rocking away ... Literally.
I was in photography heaven ... Get it? Up above the stage ...
Anywho ... It was cool.
I learned real quick,
that you don't photograph music, you photograph the illusion of music, the spirit of music. You photograph the music expressed
by the person preforming the music ...
What it feels like to play music.
Personally, I have no clue. I do not do music.
I listen to music. Period.
Well, no ... I just
explained that I photograph music. That is my music.
and playing my stereo ... Which is playing in the background as I am typing this ...
i-tunes. Feel the music ... Writing about music ...
have also photographed other bands, such as Alabama, The Commodores, Martha Vandel, and The Four Tops, while I worked
for the Army back in the 1980s ...
A long time ago.
Another life time ago.
But, there I was in the basement of Cam's house looking for the sound of music ...
Three people, in a room with posts, music stands, tables, wires, lights, computers, more wires, and a couch ... And
more mike stands, etc ...
A small room, no, a large
room, which seemed small due to being filled with ... Stuff. Music stuff.
The drummer was back in the corner ... Blocked by Cam up front with his mike stand, music stand, and everything else
you can imagine a musician might need ...
I literally could NOT get all three of them playing in one shot.
Yes, I had my 12mm lens ...
It was tough ...
Luckily, we took the "group"
shots prior to coming inside to play ...
Well, no, I
actually could get all three of them in one image, but the drummer was kind-of-sort-of framed by Cam and his guitar and a
post in the middle of the room ...
I went with some one-on-one images ... The Drummer. Period.
The Bass Player. Period.
Lead guitar player. Period.
Then, when Cam switched
to The Piano Player, I went in, got close, and just got The Piano Player. Period.
Without the posts, stands, etc ... Well, you know, the best I could ...
Rule Number #2.
It is one of my rules for a reason: Simplify.
It was driving me nuts ... One player on one side of the room (and post), another on the other side, and the drummer
stuffed back there in the corner ...
That is photography.
That is being a photographer.
Try to photograph something
you can't possibly do -- Music -- and do it in a room where you can't possibility get all the members in one frame, without
an issue, of some kind, every single time.
Do what you can, enjoy the music, and experiment with what you know best; your
Play with the "Notion of Motion" ... Slow that shutter speed down. Then go slower ... "Drag your shutter" as Joe
McNally so eloquently says ...
Slower and slower
as the night goes along.
Feel the music ... You have
heard me talk/write about "The Notion of Motion", well, take it one step further ...
The Notion of Music. The feeling of music ...
slow shutter speed, along with a burst of flash, produces a freeze/blur that both stops the action, and, shows the
movement ... The whole Notion of Motion in a still photograph.
Photograph something that is moving
and ... Besides using a slow shutter speed (say, 1/15 of a second), pop-up your flash and see what happens.
Switch to Shutter Priority (one of the few times I use it), set your camera
to a slow shutter-speed, and fire away ...
Slowest, whatever you think looks good. Just shoot ...
True, I was using off-camera flash, but the concept is the same, no matter what
kind, or where your flash happens to be ... The freeze/blur effect is never the same every time.
Shoot first, look at the results later ...
had one placed on a self, over by the drummer, bouncing off the ceiling, another one in my left hand, pointed up, and
off to the side. My small pop-up flash triggered both of them, but did not add light to the scene (unless you want it
to - I didn't).
"Drag that shutter" ... 1/30th, 1/15th,
1/8th, whatever ... 1/4th ... Try it, you just might like it.
You are the artist -- Create!
There is also
the whole "Rear-Curtain" flash thing you could try, but because musicians are not stock-cars, or The Roadrunner, regular-curtain
flash seems to work fine ... But try it!
in one ... Blurr and freeze. Pretty cool actually ...
the joy of the sound of music.
And photographing it.
I enjoyed it. I didn't trip over anything, or knock anything over, and came
away with a few images (over 250) ...
Images of music. Who says you can't photograph
No worries ...
One more camera for my collection ...
over to Asheville over the weekend, to visit one of my favorite camera stores, not named Adorama.
True, I have been to Adorama a couple of times, and it is my favorite all time,
but, it is in New York.
Asheville is closer. Period.
I first stopped in YEARS ago with my Saturday college class ... Full of old cameras, gear, and more stuff ...
Old School camera store.
I just went to look ... They have a table (or two or three) just piled up with old gear ... Cameras, lenses, bags,
straps, you-name-it, they have it ...
Just piled up
... Crazy as ever.
Then they have their "real" used camera
section ... Old film cameras, and some digital models as well.
Then they have their newer old section ... Digital. Even some new cameras, I'm not sure ... I'm always looking
at the used stuff.
And then there is the off-limits,
real cool old stuff, up on a shelf, all the way around the store ... Or most of it anyways.
The real classic, good stuff ... Rangefinders, medium format, large format ... The Owner's Private Collection.
Or, if I remember correctly, the owner's dad's collection.
years ago, he showed me around the place - The Good 'Ol Days.
Now, laying around each of these different sections, they have, well, more cameras ...
I noticed an old Speed Graphic. No price tag. Just sitting on top of some paperwork, magazines, or something ...
It caught my eye.
A Speed Graphic.
An old WWII era, 4x5 inch,
large format, manual camera. Like the one used on Iwo Jima to capture the famous flag raising on Day Four of the battle back
in February, 1945.
Yeah, the same island my uncle served on
during the war ... He drove the landing crafts that took the Marines ashore. He was in the Navy.
That type of camera ...
I wanted one for a LONG
I got it.
True, it was in rough shape (why I could afford it), but I knew a little super glue, for the loose cover on the back,
and some of my fancy leather cleaner for the bellows, and some Armor-All, and it would clean up just fine.
And, with the
use of a small, wooden tripod from my 8x10 inch view camera, I was in business.
I took the image in my dinning room, I mean studio. I just picked-up a new C-Stand from Adorama last week, and put
it to good use.
Using my 3x5 foot softbox, up high and
to the right, I shot away, knowing that the white background would go gray, due to the fall-off of the light.
You know, the whole "Inverse Square Law" thingy ... Move the light closer to
the subject, the light falls off twice as much. By having the camera away from the wall, the light did its thing.
Notice how the "white" wall turns gray, and grayer ... Fades away.
I heard somewhere that there are more than 50 shades of gray.
camera is exposed correctly, the white wall, because the light "falls off" real quick, becomes gray ... Compared to the camera
(main subject), the wall received half as much light.
is all part of the process ...
Simple (like magic).
Looks like a real studio shot.
Well, in a way,
My dining room, my studio. Perfect. White becomes
Jennifer, the friend that gave me the money for
my retirement, and the one that gave me several other WWII era cameras years ago, says I have enough cameras ...
Ahh ... Maybe. My apartment, I mean, studio, is pretty small.
But come on ... A Classic. I couldn't pass it up.
And the cash just happened to be in my wallet ...
And, I got a good deal (less than what they first asked for) ... That loose flap on the back helped ... And it was
dirty ... And old ...
But now, it looks great next to
the other old, classic cameras ...
Glad I finally got old enough to retire.
Oh, wait a minute ... Let me re-phrase that ...
I'm still not old enough to have used the camera when it first came out ... I'll go with that.
I taught at Granite Falls Middle School for 23 years.
I got there early ... A middle school
at 7am is quiet. Much later than that, forget it ...
last year, I took on a new class ... My first students arrived at 7:10 every morning. Why? I have no idea.
The only good thing about this, is that during the winter, it was still
Good? What could be good about getting to work
before the sun comes up?
This image. This light.
I kept a small point-and-create camera (or two, or three) at the school, and in my Element, for just this reason.
power of light.
And getting to work early.
And always having a camera near by.
I am really glad I worked at GFMS for all those years.
And that this tree was right out back ...
that I got there early.
And that I had a camera ready,
you know, just in case ...
I have been fly-fishing for over twenty five years now ... Twenty-four, something like that.
South Mountain State Park. Once I found out about it, it is where I go to fish.
Same park. Same parking spot. Same stream. Same pools. Same rocks. Same fly.
Well, no, not the same fly, just the same type of fly ...
I lost one up in a tree yesterday ...
A beaded, Gold-Ribbed Hare's Ear nymph. I have used them for the past twenty years ... Like, all the time.
The one fly I don't leave home without.
I know, I know ... Fly-fishing ... A dry-fly, up on the top of the water, the trout rising up, suckin' it in, perfect
They eat 80% underwater. When I read that, done.
was it ...
Yes, I tried dry-flies early on, but, come
on ... 80%.
I like those odds.
tie on a nymph, add my strike indicator, and I am done.
I get into the stream, right in front of my parking spot, and cast up-stream ...
I watch my yellow strike indictor, and wait ...
It twitches, I lift the rod.
Cast. Watch. Lift. Repeat.
Over and over again. For twenty something
I have gone rouge (once or twice) and fished another stream that feeds
into the main stream ...
Smaller. Smarter. Funner.
But, I still cast
up-stream, and watch my strike indicator. Just watch.
for it ...
Well, not that easy ...
More like ... Cast,
watch, cast, watch, cast, watch, cast, watch, cast, watch, cast, watch ... Over and over and over and over again ...
Just one more ... OK, just one more ... This is it, one more cast ...
Hour after hour, weekend after weekend, year after year ...
Spring and Fall, every year.
I take the summers off.
Catch and Release is
put on hold then.
If I'm ever hungry for fish, I go
to Captain D's to eat.
I just catch 'em ... Photograph 'em ... Release 'em.
every once in awhile, tie on another nymph to replace the wore-out one I have used over and over again ...
I wear 'em out ...
And fix 'em up for another run ... Bring out my fly-tying gear, wrap 'em up with some tan stuff, and re-fill my little
plastic container for next time.
And every once in awhile,
I actually order new ones on-line. Same thing, over and over:
Size #14 and #16.
Beaded Gold-Ribbed Hare's
Same fly every time.
And wait until Spring.
Or, in this case ...
One of my track girls stopped by my room the other day at school to say hello ...
We talked, and then it dawned on me that I had taken photos of her and the football team this Fall, but never showed
her the images ...
First, yes, she played football at
GFMS for two years. Yes, she is that tough. No, I won't go into my thoughts on girls playing football at the middle school
And yes, she wrestled for two years as well
... Yeah. On the wrestling team. Ahh, yeah, she sometimes wrestled against the boys ... She took care of herself (again, don't
And finally, yes, she ran track for me for
two years as well ... She is a great athlete, and a pretty cool kid.
As I was going through some of the images
I was going to give her ...
Yes, I actually found the
files among my mass collection of DVDs stored behind my computer screen.
I came across this one ...
Not of her actually,
but hey, I like football. I like this image.
go on and bore you with how I played football back in the day, that I was an All-County linebacker, co-captain of the team
my Senior year, even made the All-Upstate (NY) team ...
that I'm 5'7", and weighed in under 170 pounds my Senior year (Yeah, that isn't true any more).
Well no, I still am 5'7" tall ...
Yeah, I like football.
I like photography.
I haven't photographed football that much in the past 40 years or so ...
But this year, I had a new toy to play with, and wanted to see how my 300mm
f2.8 worked out on the football field.
Oh, and with a
2x converter just for fun ...
It worked pretty well.
I used a monopod, I upped my ISO to 400, you know, because I could, and lucked
out with a nice sunny day.
I coached cross-country during
the Fall for many years, and had a hard time making it to the football games, but I planned ahead, and got everything out
on the field in time for some action ... A little sweat never hurt anybody ...
just told 'em we were going to run a little faster through the woods that day ...
Now, about this image ...
First thing I noticed, once I saw the image, was ball security ...
It is middle school football.
The second thing, for me anyways, is the triangle formed by the bodies ... You know, as a photographer, and a Marine
(you know, Iwo Jima, the flag raising) ...
the body language, the colors, the hands, the action ... Or, should I say, "stopped action".
No, he did not fumble. Yeah, they kind of piled us up all afternoon, shut us down, but darn ...
I had some nice light! Some nice action.
And he didn't fumble ...
And it kind of sums
One team trying to take a ball one way,
the other team trying to stop them. Pretty simple really.
of like this image ...
A very complex image of a simple
game. Or, is it a simple image of a complex game?
hope she enjoys the image ... And the ones of her. And her time at the middle school.
Knowing her, she will be talking about it for years to come ...
Yes, that is her, running down the ball carrier ...
Go Blue Demons!
I knew the odds were against me ... Yeah, by a lot.
One flower, in the woods, inside a State Park. No way.
I knew this, but, you know me ... I went looking anyway.
There has got to be more than just this one Lady Slipper in the Park, I knew I could find it, or one just like it.
The image was shot by Amy, a former college student
of mine ... Well, let's just say, a few years ago ... I don't know ... Ten years? Eight? Twelve?
It was in the age of digital, I think, lets just go with that ...
She is the one that got the whole "Retirement Get-Together" thingy started for last weekend ... The one that was
late because she forgot her tripod ... The one we waited for as I led a few around looking for another Lady Slipper that I
shot with my class years before, as well -- And, yes, had no idea where it was ...
We walked around, and then circled back to see if she was there.
We took off ...
And never found any flowers ... The Trillium had come and gone, as had the Dwarf
Irises, or so it seemed to me. I couldn't find any that day.
I asked Amy where she found it, had some idea
where it is ... But, come on? South Mountain State Park is HUGE. Miles and miles of trails.
I took off ...
I hiked around the woods for
four hours ... Searched and searched for flowers the size of ... Well, you know, small flowers.
I went the LONG way around ...
It was nice. Quiet. Remote. Uphill a lot. Some down hill ...
I did see a few Boy Scouts out on the
trails ... I mean, these trails are out there ...
headed for the Waterfalls ...
Amy said the flowers -
I think she mentioned that there were three of them close together - were "not far from the waterfall, off the trail, and
on the right".
As I was walking up ... I kept thinking,
"on the right side" ... Is that coming down, or going up?
"Not too far" ... Yeah? But how far is, "Not too far"?
Kind of, sort of, reminded me of my early college days back at SUNY Brockport ... Social Studies, ten years
before my photography days in Chicago ...
my favorite quotes, from any of my college instructors, was ...
"Right Church, Wrong Pew" ...
I was in the "Right Church" all right, but I had no idea where the "Right Pew"
There are A LOT of PEWS in South Mountain State
Park. I believe I hiked a total of 10.8 miles of trails looking for just one of them ...
Up one trail, down another ... Towards the top of the waterfall, and then back down "the easy side", you know, the
one without the stairs ...
I went off the trail
looking, both on the right and the left ... Not too far ...
Well, I did have a nice walk.
Didn't see any
But I did have a good time.
It was a nice day for a long walk in the woods. With a camera. And a flash.
And my little soft-box thingy ... Just in case.
And to see how much of the Park was effected by the fire ...
I haven't hiked some of those trails in twenty years ...
just followed the signs ...
But, what about this image?
The Lady Slipper?
Natural light. Shallow depth of field ... You know, I failed to ask Amy if she actually used the tripod
she went back for ... Or, for that matter, who actually carried the tripod up the mountain, if she did indeed use it ... She
was with a friend, Tim, who she admits is the one that actually found the flowers in the first place ... Did I mention they
I love it.
That was what I went there looking for ... Twice now, but never got to photograph.
Or even see ...
But that is photography. That
That is why I continue to walk around all day
That is why I take pictures. Make images.
is also why I taught photography for over twenty years ...
first photo classes were held at the Fort Gordon, Georgia, Arts and Crafts Center, in 1984. I had a group of eight,
or ten soldiers, and I taught them how to use their 35mm film cameras ...
this, while I was still learning how to use my own camera ... I was taking a photography course, through the mail, from THE
NEW YORK INSITITUTE of PHOTOGRAPHY, which, just so happens, to be in New York City.
A real school, in New York City. Yes, that New York City.
I actually went there to talk to the instructors before showing my portfolio
to several organizations/magazines, back in 1989.
But I digress ...
Back to 1984 ...
I remember thinking, I was
just one page ahead of my students ...
was a humble beginning.
Then, in 1986 and 1987, while
working as a photographer for The Department of the Army in Bremerhaven, Germany, I taught my first college photography classes
for Boston College Overseas.
I taught the class in the
very studio I worked in, how cool was that?
for the past 23 years, right here in Hudson, NC. CCC&TI.
Which brings us around full-circle.
shot reminds me of why I teach ...
Or, should I say,
The PASSION FOR LIGHT.
Getting out there and looking for images, hunting for images ...
Looking at light ... That is what it is all about.
And to have a student send me this image ...
Years after taking my class ... And, years of sitting in at The Camera Club
in Lenoir ... Soaking up all that Doug Terry, Jack Daulton, and the rest of the group have to offer ... The tricks and tips
of photo editing (which is light-years beyond what I know), the outings, joining my college class for a week out on the Outer
It all came together for her right there on
that mountain (like, you know ... Somewhere) with that flower ...
That perfect flower ...
And that perfect light
Even if I never did find it, or one like it ...
Next time, I will be sure to wait for Amy ...
Oh, and Tim.
Yeah, Tim for sure.
Join me at South Mountain State Park on
Saturday, May 13th at 8am for a day of photography and memories.
Over the past twenty-plus years, SMSP has been my place to get away. To fish. To photograph. To camp. To teach. To
hike. To run. To fish some more. To hunt wild flowers. And yes, sometimes just relax.
I will be at "The End of the Road" at the large parking lot, camera and/or fly-rod in hand, at 8am in the morning.
Hope to see you there. And I actually signed up for a campsite - in advance,
no less - for the night, if anyone is interested. You know I sleep in "My Element", so there will be room for a tent
And yes ... There are other sites still available.
I drove over today to fish, but got rained out ... No worries, I remembered
to sign-up for a campsite on my way out.
Join me for
a day of photography at one of my favorite sites for "The Old Saturday Class" (And yes, I even have a few "Saturday
Alumni" lined up to be there) over the years ... The camping trips with CVCC, draggin' Brett up and down the mountain,
the hikes to the waterfalls, lighting up wildflowers in the field, slide shows in the campgrounds, great images of a "master
fly-fisherman" at work (I don't charge a modeling fee), and all the other images, always the images ...
Again, Saturday (like The Old Days), May 13th, 2017 at 8am ... Yeah, I know,
but we are photographers, 8am is actually a wee bit late, but I didn't want to push my luck.
The gate opens at 7am ...
I'll be there waiting.
See you there.
Bring a friend.
I look forward to getting out there and shooting with you all once again.
Walk Two Moons
It just occurred to me one night, that
I only photograph the moon when it is full, like anything else was just, you know, not worth it.
In my photography classes, I only
talked about photographing THE FULL MOON. Nobody ever asked me how to photograph a half-moon. Or a quarter-moon.
No, it was ALWAYS a full-moon.
I told them to wait until the NEXT one ...
I just set the camera/lens/tripod up in my living room and just waited ...
Get out and shoot ...
Every phase of the moon.
Shoot 'em all, ask questions later.
So, out I went ...
Shoot. Adjust. Shoot some more ...
For over four months ... Not EVERY night, of course, but, every once in awhile ... Follow the Moon.
In fact, maybe, just maybe, now that I have retired from teaching photography
at the local Community College, I just might make that a new rule ...
No way! It was ALWAYS, "My THREE RULES".
I refuse to change it all now ... What would my students do? What would I do?
Yes. Another Rule.
RULE #4 : Look at the Moon.
Follow the moon ...
Yes, it moves. Try to figure out where the moon will rise, and where it will set.
Then go back and figure out when it rises, and when it sets ... Each different season, each and every month ...
That will keep you busy.
What time of the year? What time in the evening? The morning?
It is a game I have played the last few months ... Well, really, my whole last semester at the college.
In one of the very first classes, I told them to photograph the moon. It
is one example of when your camera meter does not work well ...
That, and snow. And black cats on coal piles ...
That one is a wee bit harder to find now-a-days ...
But anyway, go out and photograph the moon.
Go out tonight and photograph the moon.
is the thing ... The meter wants to make every image mid-tone, or 18% gray.
That is what meters do. What cameras do.
pretty darn good, I must admit. Most things in life are mid-tone ... A little bit of this, a little bit of that.
But ... A BLACK sky, and a LITTLE white dot, when turned gray, go really wacky.
The jet black sky goes muddy gray, and that white round moon goes ... Well, bright becomes brighter. You can't make black
gray without turning white whiter!
The camera can only make one exposure. Period.
So ... You, the artist, must choose. Do you want a black sky and gray moon, or a gray sky and blown out, elongated,
oval blob of unrecognizable moon?
Yeah ... Underexpose.
The moon is lit by ... Ahh, like, The Sun.
Remember that. Think of that. The sun ... Bright. Like f16 bright.
And fast ...
As in, a fast shutter speed.
Set your camera to MANUAL EXPOSURE.
Set the aperture and shutter speed to "Sunny 16" ... f16 @ 200th of a second
(at 200 ISO), or f16 @ 400th of a second at 400 ISO.
@ the shutter speed of the ISO, get it. f16 at 100th of a second at 100 ISO, etc ... You get the idea.
The CLOSEST shutter speed that you can find to your ISO.
That is what the meter is designed to do if you are out in "full sun" ...
Well, true, it might be dark at night, but the MOON is lit by the sun. Sunlight.
A full moon is well lit, trust me.
Like, FULL, as in
all sun, all over. Bright sun.
Set your camera to shoot THE SUN. Heck with that meter ... Heck with that BLACK,
DARK night sky ...
Fake the meter out. Plain and simple.
Oh, and just go from there ... Faster shutter speed, open your aperture, no,
close down that aperture, shoot, shoot, shoot ... f11, f8, 250th of a second, 500th of a second, what the heck ...
Have fun, I have.
Over the past thirty something years ...
fact, let me tell you a little story ...
Back in the
day (1983), I was down in Pensacola, Florida walking across an old naval air field on Corry Station, when The Harvest
Moon began to rise ...
Unreal. I have NEVER experienced
another one like it ... It was ...
The BIG, full, moon of the Fall ... I ran home, got my camera (an
old Konica TC3 I bought in Japan) and tripod, and went outside to photograph THE MOON. Yes!
Yeah ... Clueless.
My meter was, indeed, a moron. It was dark, I had a dinky 200mm lens, and the
BIG FULL MOON was tiny.
I captured a
long, oval looking blob, that looked nothing like The Moon.
And, even better, I was shooting print film,
if I remember correctly. Yeah, back when I was just getting into photography ...
Bad. Badder. And real bad.
But ... It taught
me something. And I learned an important lesson that night.
and most important, is that I knew nothing.
film was ... Well, not what I needed. I have shot slides, or digital, ever since (except for a few weddings I shot, out of
the kindness of my heart, for fellow teachers at GFMS. Which, I might add, I gave up on a LONG time ago).
And third, I needed a much longer lens.
From 200mm to 900mm, and it is still not enough.
Longer is better ... I'll just leave it at
And a bigger tripod.
And shoot it over and over for, what? Like, the next 30 years!
I like this image. Side lighting the moon, who would have thought?
Look at the craters ... The one with the "dot" in the middle ...
I know very little about the moon
... But I am seeing things I didn't know were on the moon ... Side lit craters ... Wow. Amazing ...
The texture of the moon. Perfect.
out there ...
I'm actually taking my BIG tripod
down, and putting the lens and 2X converter away for now.
did buy a NEW camera, a real new, new camera, that I hope to slap back on that lens this summer while up in New York visiting
my osprey nest, but for now, it will all go back upstairs.
the next full-moon ...
Or Crescent-Moon. Half-moon.
It never ends
Yes, I stole the title from a book I
read years ago ... Walk Two Moons, by Sharon Creech. I don't know, it just came to me, when I added
the "second moon" today ...
Funny how that works.
Doesn't really matter how you look at it, I finally picked up a camera I have
been watching for over two years ...
As most of you know,
my mother moved down here two years ago ... Since then, I have been to every thrift shop, Bargain Barn, Flea Market, Lawn
Sales, you name it, looking for that one extra piece that will fill my mother's tiny little apartment ...
One place we stopped in is right in Granite Falls, where I teach. Just on the "other side" of 321 coming
out from the middle school ...
I drove down there once 23 years ago ... One
of my track runners lived down there -- That was back in the day when a coach could drive a student home if they had to.
Anyway ... The Antique Store (that might even be the actual name) was one place my mother wanted to check out ...
had an old Kodak 8x10 view camera ... With a little wooden tripod to go with it (ahh, way too small, but hey, it
Big wooden camera, small wooden tripod.
That was it ... $900.
Nice BIG price tag. I checked it out and
That was about it.
I did buy a couple other old film cameras there ... Why? Because I like cameras. I don't use them ... I collect them.
A bit of a hobby of mine ... It has been for years. Over twenty five years ...
I have a bunch. I have also written about it for years ...
Polaroid SX-70 I picked up in Korea. The Russian rip-offs I bought in St. Petersburg (not Florida). The Japanese
twin-lens medium format camera. The old WWII era, large format, camera I got from Jennifer. The Polaroid Swinger, that I took
my first pictures with, back in 1968. My first Kodak 110 Instamatic. My first 35mm, my first Minolta, my first Nikon, my first
this, my first that ...
But come on ... Look at this beast.
A Kodak EMPIRE STATE Number 2, large format 8 inch x 10 inch view camera. You know, like back in the Old Times.
Glass negatives. The works.
Upside down and backwards
view on a glass plate. The old black cloth you put over your head while you focus ...
Think Civil War. Ansel Adams.
I have never used
I have no desire to ever even try.
In Graduate School I had to use a 4 x 5 (the baby brother) in one class ...
No way. Don't tell anyone, but I cheated, and used the medium format camera I mentioned earlier ... The $75 Chinese camera
I bought while working as a photographer in Germany ... Like, 1987?
format? Large format? I faked it.
I mean, really? Upside down and backwards?
No way ... Too slow for me.
It is now just a piece of art.
Two years I waited on this 8x10 beast of a camera ... I kept watching the price
drop ... $850. $800. $750.
I stopped in today and made
an offer ... Nowhere near $750. Gave the person my card and told them to get back with me ...
The guy called. I got my camera. Way too easy. And a few months early, or a little late, again, depending on how
you look at it.
I got it home, cleaned it up, and ... Ta-da!
It looks NICE. Real nice.
From the book I have on cameras, I believe
it is a EMPIRE STATE (as in my home state) Number 2 D. The "D" is for Dark. As in, Dark Wood. It
wasn't that dark looking when I picked it up ... I used this Leather Care stuff from ArmorAll for the bellows ... And just
kept going, wood and everything.
It cleaned up good. Real good.
The rubber ball shutter release is, well, like, you know, really cool. That extra special piece that finishes it
off so well ... And yes, I used regular ArmorAll on that ... It is in great shape.
Now ... The image.
Shot in my dining room.
Three strobes (Nikon SB-600) ... One "main light" off to the
left, 45 degrees, diffused thru a large, round, panel, that I clamped onto my dinning room chair ...
Channel 1 Group A (for all you Nikon shooters).
The other two lights are Channel 1 Group B. These are set at -1 compensation to begin with (one-stop less light than
the "main light"). These are used to help give "shape" the camera ... Light up the edges, the bellows ... They also help "separate
it" from the background.
Black bellows, black background.
The light gives it an edge, an edge of light. This light gives the camera lines that help separate
it from the background.
The second flash is up high
on a boom, aimed down on the bellows. The third one, on this shot anyways, was off to the right, aimed at the bellows, to
bring out their shapes ... With light.
Which brings out
Shot with my trusty Nikon D90 and the 40mm
Aperture Priority, f11, with a -1 overall
compensation, you know, to bring out that DARK, rich, wood color.
All against a dark, black background.
tried several shots with a red gel on the background (why not?) ... Moved the lights here, and there, you know
me. I shot a bunch. From this angle, and that angle, from over there, looking down, from another angle, you know
... Work the subject.
Come on, it took almost an hour
to drag all this crap down from upstairs ... Set it up, etc ... You know I just had to get my shots in ...
I tried this, I tried that ...
Better than TV, or any other "devise," as far as I'm concerned ...
Play, play, play ...
I like the camera. Always wanted a large format,
wooden, 8x10 view camera.
Nice way to finish off my
Easter Vacation ... My LAST Easter Vacation.
And my whole "Birthday
Month" celebration ... And, best of all ...
It was cheaper
than my new washer and dryer combo I bought today as well ... Which I refuse to think of as a birthday, or retirement, present,
No, those are just, you know, necessities. Household
Thirteen years ... Time for a new set.
Now, lets see, I could light 'em up ...
White is tough to light though ... And metal? Whew, reflections ... I'll need a HUGE softbox, or a sheet, something.
Maybe a blue gel bounced off the wall for separation ...
Can't remember where I heard of it ... But I knew I wanted to go.
Grand Cayman. A small island, near Cuba, where the stingrays don't sting, and are a tame as pets.
But they're not.
They are wild stingrays, that are used to having people come out and feed them.
So no, they are not wild, wild, but they are wild (or so they say).
I mean, people hold them, feed, them. pet them, swim with them, take pictures of them, get run into by them ...
And all the time this is happening, I'm just looking at those tails ...
The LONG ones with that barb sticking out ...
Yeah. Like the one that killed Steve Erwin.
was always in the back of my mind ...
Way back, once
I spend a little time with them weaving about the group of people out on the sandbar.
There were a LOT of people. Several boats ... They limit the number of boats out there, but still ... Lots of people,
all day long.
They come and go ... There is also a nice
reef close by that is part of the tour ...
I went twice.
Tuesday and Thursday. Kind of like my college class ... Sort of, kinda ...
WHITE SAND. BLUE WATER.
I mean, really, really white sand, and crystal, crystal clear water ... Unreal.
It's a sand bar five miles out
from shore. Waist deep. Maybe.
As the captain jockeys for a spot on the sandbar, you can see 'em
from the boat ...
Black shadows, inches above the white
sand ... Some BIG ones, some little shadows.
jump in ...
I wore my snorkel and mask, most people
I had my Nikon D90 in my Ewa- Marine UB-10 that
I held in one hand and just started shooting away ... Point and shoot. Fire away.
Get close, press the button.
That simple, that
They come right up to you, around you, even crash
into you ... It is like a maze for them.
I did venture
into the crowd once in awhile, but I also went hunting for the "quiet" moments with the rays ...
They just float through water, so calm, so ...
then one hits you from behind ... What?
Yeah, they just
go crazy near people with squid in their hands ... Or a camera.
I was always looking 360 degrees around me ...
It is great.
For the most part ...
That tunnel vision thing ... That
I remember the first time I swam with a stingray
The Bahamas. 1979. I had just gotten out of the Marines
and was staying down in Florida with my mother, until it was warm enough to drive my Honda 750 (which I had shipped over from
Japan) back up to New York.
I got out 2 MAR 79.
A long time ago.
I flew over to Freeport and, well, just slept on the beach ... No hotel, no nothing. I was a Marine.
It rains in the Bahamas ...
I slept under some cardboard boxes I found ...
I went snorkeling the next morning ... They also have sunshine in the Bahamas.
There I was ... I hadn't really snorkeled that much ... I first tried it out while in Japan.
Ten feet of water ... Something like that. Pretty clear ...
Then up rose this ... Thing. HUGE, black shadowy thing ... Scared the crap out
of me. I remember taking my mask off, kicking like crazy to keep my head above water, and looking around for someone to tell
about what had just happened.
No one was around -- Thank
I put my mask back on and ...
Never saw it again.
But I have always wanted to swim with the stingrays just one more time ...
I shot over 500 images each time I went out. Shoot first, ask questions later.
No, I didn't learn that in the Marines ...
never even looked through my viewfinder ... No, just point, and hold down the shutter.
I thought I was pretty good at this technique, but I found out otherwise.
Like really bad.
That whole science thing again ... Underwater ...
Something about light bending ... Blah, blah, blah ...
But it was fun!
I dove down and tried to get eye level shots ... I even dove down to have the rays swim over me ...
That worked once or twice.
swam over them ... Beside them ... In front of them ... In back of them ...
Over a thousand images over two, one-half hour visits ...
Glad I went. Glad I finally got to swim, touch,
bump into, chase, and look a stingray in the eye, at eye level, and see them for more than just a dark ghost from (almost)
forty years ago.
Very interesting animals. Strange. Different
looking. And real quiet ...
Like ghosts ...
Finding Ninja Waldo
Yeah, I know ... It's a flounder, not a Waldo, but you get my drift ... I hope.
I was just floating along looking for something ... And I found it.
Not while out on the sandbar with the stingrays, no, this was a nice beach/snorkel area just down from the Inn I
was staying at.
I knew what I saw, before I actually
knew I knew it, if you can follow that one ...
seen it before, years ago. 2009, I think.
I was in Panama,
or Costa Rica, can't remember ... One of them. Someplace in Central America, how's that ...
I was shooting with my first (I've owned three of them), small , Coolpix Nikon AW100, and came across a flat fish
looking thing that was working the whole camo look, you know, like a Marine, or Ninja, or ... Something.
I thought it was cool.
I got some GREAT images ... I was jacked. Loved it.
I did make it to Panama City and, well, I think I told you the tale of having my fanny pack stolen, and doing the whole Judo
thing on some touch-holes (to borrow an adjective from my uncle) ...
1 Jan 2009. Yeah, I think that is right ... Early in the morning.
I held on to my "big camera". Even stopped to pick-up my lens hood after flipping one of them over my shoulder (one-handed
shoulder throw), before making my way back to the hotel ...
Anyway ... I lost my favorite fish images ... The camera was attached to my fanny-pack.
I never forgot about them ... They were good (I remember!).
I have wanted to find another flat, little, fish thingy, ever since ... I think
they are a type of flounder ... They swim side-ways ... Weird little things.
Ninja fish ...
Anyway ... There he was, hiding
on top of some cement block in this perfect little spot for, well, looking for fish.
Hiding in plain sight.
I shot him from the surface, and then dove down - What? Four of five feet
(maybe), and shot him up close. You know me, "Get Closer" ...
Great camouflage, but he couldn't fool me.
then followed him around for a few more shots ... Finding Ninja Waldo in the Grand Caymans ...
And the whole time all I could think of was Panama ... I finally got my flounder shot, my flounder images.
Took awhile, but I am now happier than a flounder eating fettuccini.
True, I went there for Sting-Rays, and loved every minute I was out there chasing
them around -- More on that later -- But this little flat flounder fish did make the trip that much better ...
I now have my flat-fish flounder images.
I was even using the same type of camera, the camera that replaced
the one those two guys stole all those years ago ...
GREAT little camera, the one I don't leave home without.
Nikon Coolpix AW100.
I think they are up to the AW120
now, I will have to get one once I retire ... You know, buy a camera that is actually NEW! Not new USED, but a real,
new, modern digital camera ...
Yeah, I've done this before.
I went fishing over the weekend and
although I didn't catch any trout -- I saw a couple -- I did capture this nice purple trillium.
Like fishing, I had to work at it.
First off, I had a nice hike up the mountain ...
second, I got to play with my new used Sony mini-DSLR camera, with an 18-55mm zoom lens.
Years ago, I started using Minolta 35mm
film cameras ... Loved them. Had a bunch of them ... In fact, I have a X-570 and a X-700 right on the shelf off to my right
... And another X-700 upstairs.
I like cameras.
I also enjoy shooting with different cameras. I am always learning.
is always something new to learn about old cameras.
shot had great light ...
And a great subject.
The light from the sun was coming in from
the upper right slanting across the flower which was not lit directly by the sun ... "Sil-o-wet Sity" (Silhouette City)!!
Look at the shadow ...
This lack of the light - where I wanted it - made the image, well, lacking something, missing something ...
So ... Pop-up the little flash, and fire
away. Fire away to "fill-in" the shadows and bring out the purple.
Make the purple pop. I like the sounds of that.
did not have as much control over the flash as I would have liked, or have had in the past ... I couldn't "Move it", or even
adjust the power ...
Or so I thought ...
I checked the flash options ... It did offer a "Fill Flash" setting.
although it doesn't sound like it has much to do with flash, I did find the Macro Setting I was also looking for ...
I have shot Nikon for so long ... What? 30 years, now? I kept looking for the little "Tulip Icon looking thingy" and thought I didn't have a macro setting ...
Then I remember these newer type cameras sometimes have all the icon thingies on a dial, up on the top
of the camera ...
There it was ... A Macro Setting, or icon, or whatever ... I had macro!
I got closer to the little dinky flower,
which got my pop-up flash closer, which helped darken the background (the whole Inverse Square Law thing) ... Which helped
simplify the image with a black background.
this case, is perfect.
Funny how that works ...
No trout, but photography saved the day.
And the purple trillium.
And having "fill-flash"
as an option.
And finding the macro icon ...
And using a SONY camera -- which, to finish my story -- is what happened
to all my Minolta cameras ...
SONY bought out Minolta
(years ago) -- Minolta cameras became Sony cameras.
of, only different.
Going full-circle in my old age ...
Happy Birthday to me.
Another year ... A BIG year. My last year in the classroom ... College, and the middle school.
Now I will have more time to play ... And another excuse to buy another camera ... Or two, or three ...
And find that darn macro icon ...
And the fill-flash option ...
And ... Which
brings us back to the future ... And my first go-around with these tiny purple/pink flower things ...
South Mountain State Park.
See below ...
This is a vertical shot, trust me. They are long and skinny, and VERTICAL.
I saw them that way, I photographed
them that way. That is how I shot them, pre-visualized them, saw them.
The church is in Reykjavik, Iceland.
It is a VERTICAL church, vertical building ... Rising up to the heavens. Up and up and up ...
Except when I used it on my NATIONAL
GEOGRAPHIC YOURSHOT Page. It is used as my "Home Page Image" along the top of the page ... A long, skinny horizontal image
above all my others.
I like it. It "fits the format"
for the page.
That got me looking at it in a different
way ... Horizontal. Cool.
I then went in and cropped
the heck out of the "original" vertical shot and came up with my new Screen Saver for my computer.
would of thunk it? A vertical shot, working as a horizontal shot. A different look, a different image from the original.
just can't believe it took me this long to "see it". I shot it three months ago.
It is funny, I tell my students all the time, that, "The best time to take a vertical image, is right after the horizontal
Yes, I stole that quote from Bryan Peterson, I
admit it. It is good advice.
See, MOST people shoot a
LOT more horizontal images than vertical ones ... Pretty natural, really, the way the camera "fits in your hand" ... "Landscape
mode" ... The horizon off in the distance, etc ...
What this image has taught me is that now I have to change my teaching ...
For years I have used a stolen quote about
"The best time to shoot a vertical shot, is right after the horizontal shot" ...
I have to change my favorite stolen quote to ... "The best time to shoot a horizontal
image, is right after the vertical one".
Seems only fair
And that way, I won't be copying/stealing/plagiarizing
Bryan Peterson any more ... And will be able to sleep much better knowing I am not a quote thief any longer.
shall see, but until then, "You keep shooting" ...
there I go again ... That is HIS line also!
OK, OK ...
How about this? "Until then, you keep shooting ... A vertical shot every once in awhile, just to make everyone happy,
and have more options for your website, blog, whatever".
for me ...
Oh, and did I mention THE LIGHT? That warm
colored light, all over the pipes?
Well, I should have.
It makes the image. The contrast ... The color. The warm tones on the silver pipes ...
The VERTICAL pipes.
Chocolate Slot Canyons?
I tell you, I didn't make, LOOK AT THE LIGHT, my first rule of photography for
Drawing with light. Painting with light. Having
fun with light. Exploring with light ...
I really can remember which, or what, the true, correct, official
Greek translation of the word PHOTOGRAPHY boils down to, but I do know it has SOMETHING to do with light ...
It is important, let's just put it that way.
If it were up to me (and it isn't), I would make the official translation "Playing with Light".
That is what it really boils down to, let's face it.
You have a tool - a camera - and you look for light. Any light. Anywhere. You
find it, and you try to capture it. Anyway you want.
can (and should) manipulate the crap out of it. Bend it, diffuse it, color it, reflect it, shape it, darken it, lighten it,
twirl it, even block it ...
Anything you want.
It is called ART. With a capital "A". And in this rare case, a R and a
Or better yet, sometimes you can just find it ...
Just stumble across it in the strangest places and at the weirdest times ...
As in this case.
Well no, or yes ... Depending
on what you think about making some of those adjustments I was talking about.
I usually "don't just find" anything ... LIGHT, or SUBJECT. You know, just see something and take an image ... Done.
work it. I "make it". I play.
I make it look the way
I want it, not just how I found it.
I make adjustments.
With this image, I did nothing more than play with the compensation button
Well, let me re-phrase that ...
As far as exposure goes, I just changed the compensation ...
The other thing I did, and always try to do, is move ... Change my angle, my
perspective. Tilt the camera. Play with the "lines", the angles ... The composition.
Now, you know that I can't remember every shot I take, every fact, etc ...
But, you do know that I took A LOT (43)
of shots dealing with this one scene, right? Shoot, shoot, shoot. Play, play, play ...
First, I saw the light making this pattern - BAM. I knew the fun would begin ...
Then, I took shot after shot ... And made adjustments as I went ... You know, nailed down the exposure.
The exposure I WANTED, not what the camera, and all those Japanese Wizards I
am always talking about, think I want.
And just to be clear, my cameras are set at MINUS as the norm to begin with.
-0.7 would be my preferred starting point. Period.
And, like I have said a thousand
times, it usually gets darker and darker the more I shoot.
I can change.
I do change.
Like every other shot ...
True, I still
own, and use, the same cameras since 2004, still have my high school football jersey from 1970, and have every GFMS track
t-shirt and "Hoodies" since 1995 upstairs, but, yes, I do, and can, change.
Make changes ...
That's what I do.
And yes, usually on The Darker Side ...
Play with light.
And look for with different angles. I tilt the camera this way, and that ... Shoot, shoot, shoot ... LOTS
I started out at -0.7 and ended up, well,
for this image anyway, at -2.0.
FYI ... I used my
Nikon 1 V1 with the 10mm (28mm equivalent) lens, at f2.8, and the ISO set at 220.
I didn't even know I had an ISO setting of 220.
Oh, I know ... I told you I can change.
These newer, fancy
cameras have an AUTO ISO setting or something ...
You can set an ISO
RANGE ... I guess I set mine at the 100-400 ISO limit, or range, or whatever it is called ...
don't like the higher ISO ranges, so I limit them to the "safer", everyday, regular settings that I know are "pretty good"
Or, use a tripod, or flash ... I just know I don't like the high
ISO quality of my cameras ... ANY of them.
But I did change ... Tried "a new setting". New technology
... I just forgot I did.
Now, let's see if I can get you to change ...
to make some changes in your photography anyways ...
and yes ...
See if you can tell me what this is an image
You know, like what it really is ... What
the subject is? Can you guess?
Well, besides "light",
that is ...
What the actual subject is? Like, the LEAST
important aspect of any image dealing with LIGHT.
ALL IMAGES DEAL WITH LIGHT.
you know what I mean ...
Little Drip(s) of Gold
I didn't see them at first ...
No, I just saw
this big crack down the base of a tree that blew down just up the street from my place ...
I was walking up the hill today while out on a walk around the block ... What?
It got up into the 70s or something. Perfect "first nice day" for a walk.
You know ... Spring Cleaning.
getting ready for track season ... My LAST track season. Been running with kids since 1994.
I hope I can make it ... It starts on the First Monday in March ... A GFMS tradition. One more time ...
But, back to the tree stump ...
The crack. Period. I knew I had a design element there, just waiting for me to photograph.
contrast between light and dark. The black zig-zag down the middle ...
That was my image.
Until I got over there and
got a lookin' ...
Up close. Fill the frame.
My eyes followed the crack and ... There they were ...
tiny drips of sap that were at the very end, holding on for dear life.
The sun hit them ...
They became my image.
Smallest part of the image, but they MADE the image.
Follow the line ... See the end.
The Golden Punctuation.
And the shadow went black ... Like I knew it would.
The sun hit the Golden Drops, the shadow went black.
Basic camera exposure Rule 101.
Our eyes can see "into the shadows", our cameras can't.
I knew the golden drops would stick out from the black background (shadow).
Just having some fun with graphic elements and exposure ...
And "Seeing Photographically". Seeing like a lens. Learning to think like a camera. Very important.
It is what walking around Hudson is all about ...
Playing with vision, photographic vision. And skills ...
Now, all I have to do is wait for the time to "Spring Forward", so I can get my college class out walking around
Hudson in day light ...
Waiting ... Waiting
... Waiting for it ...
Yes, this is an image of a light line.
No, this is not what I saw when I took this photograph.
is NOT reality. It is not what I saw, or what was in front of me.
It is an image created in my camera. It is an image I saw in my mind and then pushed a few buttons (well, only one
really), and I made my camera give me the image I wanted, what I "pre-visualized" in my mind.
And yes, I stole that line/concept from Ansel Adams ...
This is an image I made up, right in the camera, right as I took the image.
I lied to the camera. Ansel can call it anything he wants, I just flat out admit I lied to the camera meter and made
the image look how I wanted it to look.
Photography doesn't lie ... Just the photographers!
Now, if I remember correctly, this is an image of The St. Lawrence River up in New York, that I took while driving
up to The Gaspe Peninsula to photograph The Northern Gannet a couple years ago.
Yes, it looks like a lake, no I think it is a river ... A river of light, as
OK, I lied.
Yeah, I just finished writing this and then looked at the date of the image ...
Wrong. I just took it last July. So, that means it is the ocean ... The Pacific Ocean. To be fair, I do think I did
the same thing up in New York a year or so before that ...
... Now I remember! It was the same day I took the image of the elk out along the Pacific coast with that BEAUTIFUL light/cloud
... Black and Gold.
Then, the other day, I gave my college photography class an assignment
dealing with WATER.
As usual, I didn't plan this, or
even give it any thought, before assigning it. That is what I do, how I teach.
And this is the image I thought of before going to class that night.
Of all the images dealing with water ... Rain, snow, fog, creeks, rivers, lakes, ponds, oceans, water parks, car
washes, squirt guns, rafting, sweat, you-name-it, that I have taken over the past, what? Thirty something years, and
I thought of this one.
I saw it in my mind. I remembered.
True, I couldn't find it in time for the class, but I did THINK of it. That
has to count for something ...
And then I stumbled across
it a couple of days ago ... How? I have no clue.
I grabbed it, and just had to write about it.
Or "blog" about it, whatever it is that I am doing ...
like the image.
I liked it the day I took it -- and yes, it was during the day, or on "the edge
of day" -- And I like it now.
Something I created. Something
And something no one else saw.
Not at that moment, that instant. No, it is only something I created.
I took what I saw and changed it to fit what I "felt", or envisioned.
That is art.
I made it darker, I under-exposed the
image. Minus "something" with my compensation button (-2.7 to be exact).
Darker, darker, dark.
And that is why I like
Why I am a photographer.
Oh, and a "Blogger" ...
I took a walk around town ...
The sun was out,
I grabbed two of my "point-n-create" cameras and went out to check on what I could come up with this time ...
A game I play.
NC. One town, two cameras.
Nikon 1 J3
Nikon Coolpix P500
I have used the cameras before but have never really put them through "The Walk" ... You know, a "Test Run" to see
what I can get out of each camera.
Vision has nothing
to do with the camera ... But getting the vision you have in your head with the camera you have in your hand has everything
to do with the camera ...
I try to get to know my cameras.
All of them.
Big or small.
I really wanted to know what each
camera's zoom lens could do, you know, "In the real world".
Did I mention I have photographed Hudson, NC a
few times? I take a walk around the block and photograph every man-hole cover, telephone pole, tree, flowers, The Caboose,
The Windmill, cracks in the pavement, you name it ...
And the fire truck. I usually stop for a shot or two, or three ...
Yeah, lots of shiny do-dads and chrome ...
today, with the light just right, nice turn signals. Big red turn signals. At least I think that is what they are. I don't
I just saw the light shining through them ...
That was it.
close could I get? How macro is the macro? Zoom in? Or zoom out?
How much compensation can I get out of this little red camera with the BIG ZOOM?
I didn't know ...
I do now.
The macro works just fine. The image stabilization works better than I thought it would, so I could get REALLY
I tried to
get this image with the other, smaller, Nikon 1 J3 ... The little white camera with a nice little zoom lens.
I also wanted to see what shooting at 60 frames a second was like ...
I filled the card up before I made it to the truck ...
I'll need a much larger card ...
Or cut back a bit. You know, like
maybe just 30 frames per second. 10 frames? 5?
That's what you learn walking
around with a camera that can shoot 60 frames per second.
I blame it on the
And that darn windmill.
the light ....
deleted a bunch of images to make room, but I got what I was looking for with the P500, so I was good.
But I didn't know that before the walk ...
That is why I take a walk whenever I get a new camera or lens ...
and to have some fun.
Learn to have fun.
out and take a walk. Think of it as a reason to go out and buy a new camera ... Or two.
I am a teacher. I teach middle school Special Education and I teach a photography class at the local community college.
It is sort of like playing ...
I try to get "kids" of all ages to try something new, try to learn something they don't quite understand at
that moment. Try, try. Try.
Over and over.
With pencils, paper, books, cards, Jolly-"Rogers", The Bubble Gum Jamboree,
Orange Sherbet and Oreos, running around the woods at The Tater Hole ...
with all my cameras and different lenses, flashes, reflectors, what-have-you, at the college ... Art stuff.
With photography, besides all the camera gear stuff, I mostly play
I try to photograph more of what I "feel", than what I see.
These images are all about "playing" ...
a student at the middle school I call "The Flower Boy". He brings flowers from home just about every day ... You know, from his
Did I ever tell you I went to high school
for Landscaping and Greenhouse Management.
I photograph flowers ...
The boy brought in a flower bulb the other day ... Put it in water, and it bloomed on Friday.
he stuck in on the windowsill. In the light.
That was it
I grabbed one of my cameras I always have with me at school, and ...
Well ... Played.
Light. Color. Shapes. Lines.
A flower. Light.
And so much more ...
Later that day, as he was getting ready to get on his bus while waiting in the Media Center, there it was again ...
Near the window, in the light ...
I went back to my room and grabbed the
camera one more time ...
And, for once, hoped his bus was late ... No, no ... I won't go that far, his
bus is late enough on its own ...
But I kept shooting
... Playing. Looking.
And then I will take these images
(this BLOG) and share it with my college class ...
get them to look at a single flower, like this one, with new eyes. With the eyes of a young boy ... Or an old photography
Play. Play. Play ...
We got it. Just what the weather people were talking about ...
And all the students (and teachers!) at GFMS ... SNOW.
Six inches of snow in my front yard. And on top of my Honda Element. Six inches of snow in one night.
It started around 3 pm Friday, I know, because I am a school teacher with windows
in my room this year ... Yeah, the past twenty-three years, I was in a room with no windows ... I was the last to know.
This year (my last), I actually saw it snowing outside.
Or what kids around here call snowing ...
I call it "dandruff".
A few flakes in the sky
... OK, it technically is snow, so, it was snowing when school let out.
Barely, but perfect ...
Then it stopped.
Later that night, I drove down to Lenoir, took my mother to FATZ for her bowl
of Potato Soup, then Walmart - You know, the usual ...
home, no snow.
Later on that night ...
went to bed around 11 pm.
Woke up around 3 am.
Got up at 7 am.
SNOW. Like I said, six inches ...
THE MOST SNOW I HAVE EVER SEEN IN HUDSON, NORTH CAROLINA, SINCE I MOVED HERE IN 1993.
snow than I saw in Iceland at Christmas.
Hudson, NC with more snow than Reykjavik, Iceland.
I got out there and photographed it, just
like I do every time it snows around here.
I take a
walk in the woods ...
But, I ALWAYS start in my driveway.
The Bamboo Grove ... Always.
I like the arches that are formed across the driveway.
That simple ... Well, and the shapes, lines, repetition, contrast, and colors ...
White on green. Green on white.
Six inches of
snow in my driveway.
Well, I guess PERFECT will have to wait until Monday ...
Snow Day(s), that is what it will all come down to ...
College starts Tuesday - I hope ...
So, one Snow Day would be nice.
Day Up-Date: No kids Monday - Teacher Workday (I'll take it). Yes!
I had been there before ... 2002, I believe.
I landed in Iceland on the way back from Norway after a week long motorcycle tour.
Another life-time ago.
I knew then that a romp
through the airport didn't really count ... I knew I would return.
It took awhile, but I did make it back.
ten days in, and around, Reykjavik, the capital.
Small, like the country, just right for walking.
Even if it was in the dead of winter over Christmas Break.
And that is another thing ... I needed a break. I needed a hotel in the very center of town, and I mean right
down town ...
Yes, it was cold. Yes, there was snow. And yes, it snowed just about every day. Clouds every day, every minute, every
Well, it did clear for a few minutes one night while
we were out searching for the Northern Lights ... A few minutes anyways.
I was lucky.
I was there nine nights, the Northern
Lights tour buses went out two ... The second time I was on another day trip; another location I had on My List.
The Blue Lagoon.
I had three items on my Christmas Wish List:
The Blue Lagoon
not so much in that order ...
Did I mention it was dark
twenty out of every twenty-four hours each day?
remember, Iceland is hovering around The Artic Circle. Way up there ...
Four hours of daylight.
Sunrise sort of appeared
around 11 am and sunset faded away around 3 pm.
With the clouds, you really couldn't tell ... It
was dark, then it was just kinda dark, then it was dark again.
Over and over.
I saw part of the sun maybe twice
while I was there. Ten days. Twice. And that was, like I said, just a hint of light, for part of a few minutes,
peeking out from behind the clouds, and always on the horizon.
Twenty hours of darkness.
That is winter in Iceland.
And that is why I went.
You have zero chance
of seeing the Northern Lights in the twenty hours of sunlight during the summer months ...
You go in the winter.
And cross your fingers.
The tours, when they do run, leave at 9pm. They took us outside the city to
get away from the light pollution, and just looked for a spot the buses could get in and out of ...
Yes, buses. Plural. more than one ...
It is a big time operation ... Every company in the city checks the weather reports every day ... Looking for that
one break in the clouds. So, even when it looks 50/50, everyone jumps on the band-wagon ... Buses everywhere, people waiting
for the clouds to part and the color to start jumping ...
or near the coast, it is all up to the weather. And "mobile devises" ...
So we stopped ... I don't know, 10:30,
11 pm. In a construction site.
I set my tripod up next to a big metal scoop thing used on backhoes ... It was
just sitting there, detached, in the middle of this lot ...
the middle of nowhere.
I was looking for water ... You
know, reflections. Green in the skies, green reflected off the water - You know, a GREAT location, at the right time,
under the right conditions.
Forget about it.
No worries ...
I was ready.
I had no clue what I was doing
I have never photographed, or even seen, The Northern
I have The Milky Way thing down pretty
good, so I started with that ...
open (f4), focus at infinity (and set to manual focus), wide-angle lens (12mm), high ISO (1600), a tripod, self-timer (2 second
And go from there ...
Well, actually, you wait from there ...
Crazy ... Two buses in an empty construction site, pitch black, people running around asking what to do, and where
to look ...
Did I mention a tripod?
Yeah, it was a trip ...
There I stood, ready for ACTION.
And for the clouds to get the crap out of the way ...
So much for Goggle and all those fancy apps ...
looked up, to the right, to the left, behind me ... Every which way but loose.
Oh, there is something ... Faint green light thingies, coming and going ...
Where I wasn't looking ...
Swing that tripod around ...
Got it! Oh ...
forgot about the whole +5 compensation thing ...
Now you see them, now you don't ...
settings set ... Sort of.
No, wait ... Over there!
Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.
Kinda, sort-of ...
But it is AWSOME baby!
I saw 'em ...
Even got an image or two ...
Greenish blue waves sweeping across the skies ...
Everyone - The guides the most - were
running around laughing, high-fives everywhere ...
it was over ...
Head back and hope the clouds break again
Oh, the hot-cholate and donut was a nice touch ...
Back on the bus ...
An hour or so -- I don't know, I NEVER could tell what time it was, or how much time passed.
Dark is dark.
stop off the road in the middle of nowhere ...
There they go ... Skipping across the sky ...
We were in the right place (except for no foreground interest, not counting the bus!), at the right time,
with the right conditions ...
OK, a few clouds, but come
on, it's The Freakin' Northern Lights baby, who cares?
shoot, shoot ...
They move fast!
In front of you ...
No, off the right ...
Holy crap, no, no, look
over there ...
They were dancing ...
Sweeping across the sky.
The guides were going crazy ... Even they
Remember, most trips are ... Well, not as
exciting ... It is a Crap Shoot at best, even with all this technology everyone is ga-ga about ...
A half-hour, an hour ... I don't know ...
Shoot, shoot, shoot ...
Make adjustments ...
1000 ISO. F8. 1600 ISO. f11. +4. +3. No, +5.
Just like that ...
Back on the bus ...
Holy crap. 3am.
I got back to hotel at 3am.
Well, like I said, dark is dark.
DO NOT DISTURB.
I can't remember when I got up, it wasn't dark, let's put it that way. True, it was cloudy, and kinda dark, but that
was normal ...
Even if it wasn't PERFECT, and I didn't capture any award-winning images (yes, I even tried using the bus, and the
people standing around looking up), it was PERFECT.
Oh, and then there was the whole Blue Lagoon thing ...
Yeah. The other reason I was there ...
Off at Dark Thirty-Hours (again), another bus ride out of the big (small) city ...
Got there when it was sorta, kinda light ... Perfect. Oh, did I mention I was slated to get there at 1800 hours ...
Ah, for all you civilians out there, that is 6 pm. Again ... DARK.
I had them switch my bus ride out there ... Oh, it is PACKED, every time slot booked days in advance ...
So, I had my ride changed to 11 AM ... But my little slip of paper still
had me set for a soak at 1800 hours.
Oh well ...
I could use what little light I had before going in ...
I mention The Blue Laggon is a cool place?
wading pool (with bar, and face-mask booth) next to a hydro-power heating station ...
Yeah, Iceland runs on Geo-thermal energy ... You know, hot water heated up by lava just below the surface
Dig a hole, heat your house, and run your electric lights ... Energy from
the earth. Pretty sweet deal they have going for them ...
That is Iceland.
The island is sitting on the edge of two of the planet's tectonic plates ... The North American Plate and the Eurasian
The earth's plates are in constant movement,
friction creates the heat, which heats the water, which runs the country ... Cheap, re-usable energy in your (well, their) backyard.
Pretty sweet deal.
True, the plates are moving apart, but ... That is what keeps everything running so smoothly ... Or, actually, not
They are pulling apart ...
Give or take a few million years ...
It is a place of extremes ... A
wild country with fewer people than most of our states ... I mean, cities. A small country with a small population, with an
even smaller power bill.
And, to make it even sweeter,
there is The Blue Lagoon ...
Got there with some
light left in the cloudy skies. I went and walked around the place ...
They have several smaller "pools" that are just as magical ... Black lava rocks, covered with white snow, surrounding
these light blue hot water pools ... Beautiful.
POOL is tucked in there, behind a building with a maze of locker rooms ... They give you a locker, an arm band, and, after
a shower, off you go to The Pool.
You know, I have taken a Polar Plunge in both the Arctic Ocean, and in The
Southern Ocean, off Antarctica (not counting The Tater Hole), but you can't beat this ...
Cold outside ... I don't know, 5 or 7 Celsius, or something like that (low 30's Fahrenheit); it even snowed while
I was there ... But the water is HOT. My kind of Polar Plunge!
And, as you can see ...
"While in Rome" ... The Silica Face Mask treatment. Oh yeah ...
Hey, it was included in the price ... Does wonders for something, but I just
liked the Photo-Op it provided. People standing neck-deep in blue water with white faces, their eyes peeking out from
behind the masks ...
The Blue Lagoon.
let it snow. Let the clouds roll on and on ... Let it get below freezing, whatever ...
It's The Blue Lagoon, and you're in Iceland ...
Remember, that was third on my To-Do List -
Or first, depending on the light ...
What a trip.
Like I said the first time I touched down on the Land of Fire and Ice, I will
In the summer next time ...
Twenty hours of sunlight. And I've seen pictures ... The sun actually does shine
every once in awhile.
"I Shall Return".
I collect rocks.
I really can't say why, except
that I like them. They remind me of where I've been ... Even if I can't remember which came from where after a few years (days?).
plus, they save me money. I don't pay for them, just collect them.
I have them all over the apartment ... From my Zen Garden (I made it a project for my college class one semester),
to the displays downstairs, little rocks pop up everywhere ...
My trip to Iceland was no different. In fact, I have mentioned that Iceland is made-up mostly of basalt, so I knew
I would bring back something in the line of basalt rocks in one shape or another.
First I saw this carved basalt piece
of art in a store the first night I was walking around ... ICELAND.
They even had the Icelandic version, ISLAND (their way of spelling Iceland; go figure) and it caught my eye.
Again, just because I watched that darn Art Wolfe TRAVELS TO THE EDGE
show about Iceland ...
So, the seed was planted the first night without me even knowing about it.
Then, over the course of the next ten days, three bus tours, and countless miles
walking around the city, I had three rocks I liked.
still hadn't hit me that the two would go nicely together ... Until I bought the carved piece the day before I left (Yes,
I paid for a rock!).
Duh? I'm a math teacher (sort of),
and I thought, three regular rocks, plus one carved piece of rock, just might equal one art piece from Iceland.
All four of them came from the island; they ARE the
island, the country, the nation ...
The Soul of Island.
A Piece of Art.
Just what I was looking for. Fits right in with my décor ...
If I actually had a décor, that is ...
even mention the rocks I have at school ...
Décor, I love it.
secret here ... No Photoshop, no tricks. One button. That easy.
Well, OK, there might be a tad bit of magic, but don't worry, the camera does all the work - And all the math!
Yes, as a Middle School teacher, I must admit that math is part of the equation
in this situation, but luckily, like I said ... The camera does all the figurin' ...
I'd still be there trying to decipher all the crap out if it was up to me ...
That might not be a bad thing ...
Blue Lagoon, small Nikon AW100, my "Don't leave home/hotel without it" camera ...
I'm in neck deep looking for people to get an image of the
facemask junk you put on your face, you know, good for your skin and all ...
one woman asked me about the camera being water-poof and BAM, that was my green light ...
I asked her and her husband, boy-friend, whatever, if they wouldn't mind letting me take their photo ...
First off, it is a dinky camera, they were not intimidated by it, or me ... No worries.
I had been taking images of the pool and the clouds/sky/light earlier, and simply fired away ...
The first image is my first image . Shot without thinking ... Quickly - and that is key when taking photos of others that you just stopped on the street, or in this case,
a pool - I pushed one button, and got the image I was looking for ... The second image.
Just like that ... Quicker than I could type the sentence (my 7th grade students make fun of my typing skills as
they are learning how to type themselves). That simple, that easy.
That said (or typed), I did go into the situation knowing I would use this technique (Ahh, my "Selfies"), so
if there is any secret, or magic, to this situation, it is that I had set the flash to whatever setting Nikon has programed
into the camera for backlit situations just like this one ... Yes, they have a fancy name for it, and yes, I can't think of
it at the moment (I'm so focused on typing) ... Whatever it is called, I knew enough to have it set there just in case ...
So yes, one push of the flash ON button, and I was set to go ...
my bigger Nikons, it would be called something fancy like, "Slow shutter, rear curtain, Super-Duper Fill-Flash" mode ... Or
something like that. Like I said, the camera does all the math.
Just PUSH THE
BUTTON and let the camera do the rest.
Really, little has changed over the
past 150, 160 years (whatever it is now-a-days) of photography ... Like George Eastman said years ago, "You push the
button, we do the rest" ... It is all math. It is all magic.
Figure out the
magic of your flash, you know, just in case you are ever in the Blue Lagoon and you need that little burst of light to fill-in
your white faced subjects in a back-lit situation ...
Pop-Up perfection. Done
quickly, without all the fuss.
Fifty Shades of Black
I watch Art Wolfe videos.
But I bet you knew that ... I have written about them before. If you have taken my photography class, or have been
at the middle school with me, you know I rant about them all the time.
Yes, he went to Iceland.
Yes, I have watched
that program many, many times ...
Basalt. Black, and
fifty shades of gray, it is the rock that makes up Iceland. It is Iceland.
"The Soul of Iceland"
mountains, the beaches, it is all basalt (Well, you know, pretty much).
At least that is what I came away with from watching that video over and over again ...
Magma. Lava. Cooled magma.
It is what is left
over from all the volcanoes that spit the stuff up every few years, or for millions of years, whatever ...
Cooled magma. Lava. Whatever you call it, it is everywhere on the island. Like
I said, it IS the island.
I knew I was going to photograph
black rocks ... I just knew it. Before I even planned the trip months ago, I knew I would come away with an image of basalt
... Black basalt.
Black on black.
I talk about it when I teach exposure compensation at the college ... Every
semester, every year.
Minus, minus, minus ...
I have photographed it for years ...
Way before Art Wolfe and Iceland.
Remember, I have climbed Mt. Fuji twice. I lived in Japan. I knew basalt before
I even knew what it was called ...
Magma. Lava. Black
rocks, the one with little holes in it from being blown up into the heavens ... Air pockets when the magma cools up in the
I have two pieces from Mt. Fuji at school that I
show the kids every year ... And tell them about running straight down the volcano and wiping out along the way, and cutting
my hands on the sharp, black and red, rocks ...
I know basalt.
My little Zen Garden up-stairs is
made up from small, black, pieces of the rock, which I picked up at a certain location out West, which
I can't mention ... I use it to re-arrange my three white rocks (which I have no idea what kind of rocks they are) every
once in awhile to maintain the piece of mind to keep going back to the middle school every day for the past 24 years.
I also use it to improve my composition: The pleasing arrangement of the subjects
within my frame ...
Black and White.
Ahh, basalt ...
Here is my newest image of basalt taken in Iceland.
More than just black rocks ... It is shape, patterns, and repetition ... The key make-up of any good photograph.
And it is also a good(great) exercise
on photographing black on black: Compensation.
Get it right in-camera. Period.
Darker? Lighter? How dark is dark? How black is black?
I like the challenge ...
Black on black ... Gotta love it.
OK, I've seen this image in my head for years now ...
THE BARN at Old Salem. An empty barn, except for this one hay-stack up in the loft.
I have wanted this close-up of THE LIGHT. Period.
hay is lit by the large open barn doors ... Key word being LARGE.
Soft, side light ... Rembrandt Lighting.
I know, it's a hay stack ... But, come on, that is nice lighting. Portrait lighting.
That is what I do ... Look at the Light.
it might take me awhile, but since I go back to the same place year after year - I was just there a month ago for Veteran's
Day, I KNEW I could get something with the right lens.
Crop, crop, crop.
When I say, "the right lens",
I am not limiting myself to the lenses I own (Ahh, I own a LOT of lenses!).
No, I mean "My Mine's Eye". The one in my brain.
"see images" that are just a fraction of what I see, what is in front of me.
I zoom in, eliminate all the "junk" around my subject, and see only what I want.
That is what a photographer does, what an artist does ...
of the artist is to simplify".
Some Asian philosopher came up with that
one a LONG time ago, way before my time. I just use it, and think about it, as much as possible.
People, haystacks, whatever ...
Big light from the side seems to work for just about anything.
I think I'll refer to this light as "Moravian Barn Lighting" from now on, see if it catches on ...
Works for me.
The Sound of Music
Christmas at Old Salem. I love it.
True, the line at the bakery was
really long, but the light was good, the streets were filled with people, and music was in the air ...
I tend to follow the music as much as I chase the light; both usually result
in good images.
The band was playing in the middle
of the street just like they were years ago when I covered them for OUR STATE magazine ... What? 1999?
Back when I shot 100 ASA film ...
I walked around, looking for images.
I was shooting
with my "new" 17-55mm lens I picked up from Santa.
lens. Big lens.
It is a great match with the D300 with
the MB-10 battery pack ... Big lens for a big camera.
the wide-angle lens, I got in close ... Like, less than a foot away from the players. Shooting over their shoulders ...
I got a few nice shots and then they walked up the street ...
As they were walking away, I noticed one man slung his instrument over his shoulder
The glint of light off the metal ...
flowed the guy and remember shooting several while looking through the camera, tilting the camera to match the tilt of the
horn on the guy's back.
Just shooting ... Looking ...
Getting closer ... Closer.
I wanted a close shot
of the lines, light, shapes, metal, and texture.
light on an Old Salem instrument.
Look at the Light
Shoot Lots of Images
A perfect image, in the perfect light,
at the perfect moment.
That's what usually happens when
you follow the sound of music and notice the light.
perfect light ...
Ahh, like, just past noon.
The wrong light at the right angle.
I had fun, got my Christmas shopping
done, and enjoyed shooting in an old place and coming away with a new image.
Keep it simple.
Let nature make it complex.
This image was shot using my Nikon 50mm f1.8 lens at f11, tripod mounted, two-second timer ...
Yes, you read that right ... f11.
True, I know, you know that I ALWAYS shoot at f16 if I want to maximize my depth-of-field, which I wanted to do here.
I know, I know, it even caught me by surprise ...
I am so used to shooting at f16, I forgot that my 50mm lens only goes to f16 when "closed down".
I stopped. I thought about that for a nano-second, and then changed to f11.
Why? You ask ...
Because I am so "trained" not to shoot at my smallest aperture ... I am a creature of habit.
Like, big time.
In EVERYTHING I do ... During my two years in Germany, I went to the same little restaurant, sat at the same little table,
and ordered the same thing (one pepperoni pizza, one coke), every time I went out for pizza - Which was a lot.
I do the same thing now at Fuji #1 in Hudson. Same table (once I had to find another table -- Someone was sitting at MY
table, same meal. When I worked with Viking River Cruises, I always sat at the same table, every meal, every time ...
I even find that to be weird ...
But ... That is what I end up doing.
Recently, I do try to mix things up ... At Fuji #1, sometimes, I order the steak, instead of the chicken, with my PLAIN
rice, no vegetables, and Dr. Pepper (Mr. Pip).
Don't even get me started on how I line my yogurt up in the refrigerator every Sunday ...
Shooting at f11 is a big deal for me.
The reason? I read somewhere, long, long, ago, that your lens is sharper when it is NOT "closed-down" all the way.
Or, get this, when it is "opened-up" all the way.
Of course, I really can't see the difference, and even question how true this little tit-bit really is, but, I still "follow
orders" like a good Marine. That is who I am.
Don't "open up" or "close down" all the way.
That said, unless I blow this image up to poster size (or larger), f11 looks as sharp as f16 to the naked eye. On my website,
on ANY computer, nobody but me would really ever know what aperture I used. Or even think about.
Or even care.
But, I switched it up. f11 baby!
A "slice of reality". Abstract reality, complex reality, complex simplicity. An image of lines, color, and shapes; all
within nature. All part of nature.
And all in focus.
Well, not all of it. Not everything ...
Which leads me to "the other aspect" of this image I wanted to talk (write, blog, whatever ...) about.
No horizon. Not "the whole picture". Not what my eyes saw. Not reality.
No image ever is.
No, when I stay up in the woods, sitting in my Honda Element, this is what I see out of my windows ... Slices of nature,
framed by the windows.
Slices of reality.
Framed abstracts of reality just outside my windows ...
Everything in focus ... Every line, every shape, every color, everything ... All of it framed within my windows, and then,
later, in my viewfinder.
First, I noticed the light ... In this case, soft, diffused light, and then combined that with the vertical lines of the
trees, and then picked out the diagonal lines, shapes, patterns, and mayhem of nature, and just framed them altogether within
the frame, my rectangle. My camera's rectangular viewfinder.
Composed nature. Composed mayhem.
Composed lines, patterns, colors, shapes, and textures.
A simple image of a complex scene.
I love it.
How simple is that?
Just a very small, very simple, very complex, slice of "My Woods" up above Collettsville, NC.
Although I was not actually in my Honda Element when I made this image, I certainly was within my element.
Nature. Light. Color.
Yet, so very complex.
Up in the woods once again.
I got up early,
packed up the Element, and headed up to catch the sunrise.
Got there just as the sun came up. And better yet ... No one was in "My Spot".
I had two cameras; one with the 50mm f1.8, and the other with the 10.5mm f2.8
Keep it simple.
Keep it easy.
Keep it fun.
Fall Colors in both color, and Black and White Infrared. How cool is that?
I had fun.
shot a LOT of images ... With both cameras. One day, over 350 images. Or was it 450 images?
A lot of images.
It was great.
Overcast day. I couldn't tell if it was clouds, fog, or smoke ... Probably a
mixture of all three.
With the color images, I kept the
sky out of the frame. I'm not a fan of white skies ...
of course, you happen to be shooting black and white infrared.
Then, I like the white skies ...
Yes, I can set my modified, infrared, Nikon D80 camera to B/W, and go from
Red is nice ... But, for me, I like the black
and white mode. I shot them all in black and white.
the Fisheye? Yeah, I like that too.
Fun day. Fun images.
I had planned on going up there for four nights ... You know, four cans of meat, four cans of fruit. Four nights. The
I was all set ... Just didn't feel that good.
I was home by 7pm.
Made it up there before 7am, made it home by 7pm.
I wanted a quiet Thanksgiving, and I got it.
I slept in ... Stayed home all day ... Watched Art Wolfe videos ... Watched football ... And yes, ate my can of turkey
And went through all my images ...
Picked four of them ... Two color. Two Black and White Infrared.
Great day. Quiet Thanksgiving.
Felt weird sleeping in ... But it works for me. I needed the rest. My LAST school year is turning out to be a WILD
school year ...
A QUIET Thanksgiving is just what the
I drive over to Old Salem every Veteran's Day. I like their cemetery and I
enjoy the bakery, and they have my favorite tree ...
"My" Gingko Tree.
don't know ... For the past twelve years or so ... I enjoy the day. The weather, the village, THE tree, THE bakery, the images
Well, except for the leaves ...
The Gingko Tree was not quite perfect. Or, it was too perfect, depending how
you look at it.
Still a lot of green ...
Which, for a Marine, is a good thing. For a photographer, not so much ... I
like the leaves on the ground, some of the leaves anyways.
I like 'em yellow ... Ripe!
But, it is still Old Salem.
It is still God's Acre. It is still Veteran's Day. It is still the right time at the right place, in the right light.
spent the morning there ...
I got up early, took a couple
of cameras, and off I went.
The light was good, the weather
excellent, and the village was slowly coming to life.
first image, the fence ...
I park just down the road,
and have walked past this fence for years ... I was just about to walk past without shooting when I saw that one little "creeper"
sticking out into the light ...
I knew I had something
The subject in full light, the background in shadow
I knew I could light up the lines of that vine ...
Line up the subject and
the background, and fire away ...
Place the subject in
the right spot ... The right light.
My image. Done.
I saw it before I took it.
The second image ...
The Gingko Leaves and the Bricks.
Everything was in place ...
The tree. The headstones.
The ... Well ... No leaves.
No yellow gingko leaves on the ground.
Oh wait ...
There were a couple.
On the sidewalk, right under the tree ...
bricks. The patterns. The textures. The leaves. The colors.
A new image from Old Salem.
The Gingko Tree without seeing the tree ...
Like I said, I have been there
before. I have photographed Gingko leaves before. On the tree, on the ground, on the headstones, on the streets, on the
cars, even on the sidewalks ... But not like this.
The colors. The textures. The, well, the simplicity.
You know, for a day where there were not that many leaves on the ground ...
And even fewer yellow leaves on the ground.
Perfect day on Veteran's Day.
And yes, the bakery was open. And yes, I did enjoy some cookies.
And yes, I actually saved some for the holidays coming up.
I hope they make it that long ...
Here Comes the Sun
I like to play.
You know that.
I was camping (if you can call it that) up at "My Spot", above Colletsville,
this weekend, and had a great time playing with the sun, the leaves, the color ... And the camera.
It was cold.
was perfect ... Crisp!
I took a LOT of images ... I like
One "regular", two, not so much ...
And the most important thing, they did not look like this ... In reality.
Photography is not reality, don't forget that.
My famous quote ... Yes, I think I actually made this one up, although I'm sure I didn't. Something like that ...
"Don't let reality, get in the way of your photography".
In the first one, the starburst is made in-camera with the use of a small aperture
(f16 or f22, I can't remember).
Yes, that simple.
That's all I did. I saw the sun burst through the branches, so I just thought ... Starburst, sweet. Use f16. Or f22.
So I picked one (can't remember which one!). It does not matter.
Nice effect, simple solution.
Spin the thumb dial ... Period.
Seeing the situation and knowing what
to do with it is the key. Just get out there and shoot ... And play.
doing it for thirty plus years ...
Play. Get out
there. Shoot, shoot, shoot.
Speaking of which ...
The second image.
Play, play, play ...
Oh, and get up early. Like,
pre-sunrise early. And no, I have no idea what time it was ... I just knew it was image time.
out there, look at the light, and get up early ... Or, actually, get up early, THEN look at the light, that would help.
I took this shot six feet from my bed ... My Element.
Talk about being in your element! Or, you know, just outside your Element ...
Get up early.
Yes, it was chilly ...
But that light ...
Which brings us to the third image ... Wild Swirl.
moment, different camera movement. I have no idea why I did this certain twist, swirl, twirl, whatever ...
I just could. That is the key. The only rule is that there are no rules.
I knew I was going to blur these images even before I went to bed that
Before getting into the Element the night before, I was out blurring the Fall Colors (trees) along the road ... Yes,
I have done this before.
Like ... A LOT. For years.
And I am always surprised by the results ... ALWAYS.
Something different. Every time.
Same technique, different results.
me re-phrase that ...
Same concept, different results.
The concept is to show motion ... To give the images an abstract feel.
The technique always changes ... Left to right pan. Or right to left. Up. Down.
Zig-zag. Zag-zig. Wiggle this way, wiggle the other way. Swril, twril, swish, swash, splash ...
Yes, you can make up names ...
Do SOMETHING different.
call these image "The Up-Lifting Sunrise".
I loved it.
your feelings ... Your emotions ... Your dreams ...
your own vision.
Play with a purpose. I knew what I wanted, I got "out there", I played. Tried this, tried that.
And was thrilled when chilled ...
It is why I do what I do, when I do it, and where I do it.
Get out there.
Yes, I have done this before.
Like, EVERY year for the past twenty something years ... Two exposures: One sharp, one out of focus.
The camera does all the math, thank goodness ...
I was driving home from South Mountain State Park and saw this tree a block from my apartment. I knew what I was
going to do at that moment.
When I got the gear all put
up, I got my Nikon D90, switched the 18-200mm f3.5-5.6 VR lens for the 70-200 f2.8 VR lens, and walked back up the street.
Got the images I wanted.
Practice, practice, practice ...
3 4 3
Three for three. Get it?
I went 4 a walk
with my little Nikon D50 with an old 28 - 80mm zoom lens. Old school camera with an older school lens (a film lens).
I could. And I own them. And I like Old School Photography.
it was not my first choice ...
I first went out with
my smaller, red, Coolpix something ... My "BIG RED" camera.
battery was low, no problem. I was just going around the block.
I didn't make it past my first Bradford Pear Tree.
first color of the Fall. From green to yellow ...
to use some "fill flash" and ate up what little battery power I had. No worries. I was 20 feet from 20 plus cameras/batteries.
I went back in, plugged in the battery, and grabbed a new camera.
Five years old? Eight? Something like that ... Ten? Ha. I can't remember.
Old School digital. Old School Nikon Digital. Fun little camera.
Walked out toward the driveway and shot
the whole backlit tree(s) thing ... Yes, I've shot this before.
Like every year.
Shot, what? 8 shots? 6?
up towards town ...
know me ...
Shape. Lines. Contrast. Repetition. Form.
more lines, shapes, contrast, and repetition.
Shot another 5 or 6 images ...
when uptown, I turned down into Windmill Park. But before I got there I ran across this flower next to the Town Hall.
Perfect. Perfect flower ... Perfect color.
Took another few shots ...
The battery died.
Yeah, I know. No worries. I knew it was low as well.
I was done. Well ... Finished.
Three "shoots", three images.
I like it.
3 4 3
Yeah, I was at Cataloochee shooting (photographing) elk when I came across this image ...
little girl backlit by the late evening light. Perfect.
except that she was in a field that is off-limits to people due to large elk running around with a larger sex drive.
elk are HUGE. And fast. And us humans have no idea just how crazed, big, and wild these animals are.
This is crazy.
I was down the road from this little girl with my long lens taking pictures of the elk ...
Now, yes, they were no where near this young girl. Sort of ...
They were in the same field ... They are fast. And they are, well ...
But that light ...
I loved it.
The perfect light for this young model.
Even if she shouldn't be where she was.
I was in the right place, at the right time, with the right lens, the right
light, and the right model.
True, not an elk, but I couldn't
believe my eyes when I saw this play out in front of me.
no, not in front of me, but fifty yards to my right ...
I love being out there for moments like
My littlest "elk" ...
No, not a real New Moon (I don't really know what that really means), but a new image of the moon.
A new moon ...
I got my 900mm f5.6 lens out there with a kinda full moon ...
Wanted to see what I could come up with. The LONGEST lens/converter combination I have.
My 300mm f2.8 lens with the 2X converter ... And the 1.5X crop factor of the smaller sensor.
in the parking lot of my apartment ... Not quite dark.
changed from Aperture Priority to Manual exposure.
my shutter speed to 1/250 of a second, my aperture to f11. Tried that ...
Adjusted as needed ... Tried f16 (Sunny 16 Rule). Remember, the moon is lit by the sun.
Shoot, shoot, shoot. Adjust, adjust, adjust ...
Even at 900mm, I wanted more.
At this magnification, I noticed the "shake" in the lens
... No worries.
I changed from my normal 2 second self-timer to 5 seconds, you know, to give me
more time for the vibration to calm down once I push the shutter.
really know how much it helps, but it makes sense to me. A no-brainer.
I'll take it. I can put
up with an extra 3 seconds every once in a while ... The moon stays put long enough.
Got my shot.
The computer takes over ...
I cropped it in Photoshop Elements.
Done. Got it.
The Moon. Craters and all.
Two Deer Too
Yes, there are deer in Cataloochee Valley as well.
I saw a few ...
Three young ones running around
in the "first field" as I was driving in.
around with no adult supervision. It was fun just watching them. Like there was nobody around ... No adult deer, no adult
people, nothing ...
They looked happy, if deer can look
I stopped. I watched. I actually forgot about the elk I came to see for about ... Oh, five minutes.
I got out of my Element (no, that was not meant to be a pun), grabbed my 70-200mm
f2.8 VR lens with a Nikon D90 attached to it and just stood by the side of the road and took a few shots.
No one else bothered ...
Ahh, there were elk behind me. Big elk. These were wimpy little fawns, just playing off on the side of the road.
Runnin' and jumpin' ...
I guess they must have known that that is an important part of my teaching
I stopped and played with them.
The elk could
Well, like I said, for five minutes anyway.
I never did see their parents, you know, the REAL deer. I guess they don't like
to play as much any more.
I got my shots, forgot about
them, and went on to photograph the real subject I was after ... Elk.
But, play is play, and I just had to stop and smell the ...
Running fawns ...
I am always looking
for something different. Always.
That is what photographers
do. That is what artists do. Find a new way of looking at "the same thing" everyone else looks at.
Elk. Cataloochee Valley. The Great Smoky Mountain National Park.
Last Saturday and Sunday. And the Sunday before that. Hours in the fields looking,
looking for and at elk.
Spending time looking for elk. Looking for images of elk.
yes, what really drives me nuts is ... Where do I go? Where do I stop. The first open field? Or the second?
No matter where I go, I am always second guessing myself. What is going on in
one field when I am in the other? Drives me nuts.
there is one bull elk with six cows in front of me. Right in front of me. True, off in the distance, but, come on, right in
front of me. I have my long lens. I can get something.
Do I stay or do I go? How long do I wait? What
am I missing in the other field? Are two bulls fighting while I am standing here waiting for something to happen?
I keep looking.
I go from one field to the other, looking.
time, the light was there. There was even an elk or two ... One male, a couple of females. The I noticed some else.
Back lit, in the tall grass, was a pair of ears.
Small elk ears. A fawn. A young elk.
Whatever you call a small elk.
All I saw was the ears.
I knew I had an image. My image.
You know, the image I never thought of, planned, envisioned, whatever ...
Well, to me anyways. That is the key. Another image to add to my collection.
"Another brick in the wall" ...
A visual foundation from which I will build on day after day, year after year.
This is my "new one". My "different one". "My elk shot". One I have not seen before.
Not that it hasn't been taken before, by someone, somewhere. No, that is not the point. The point is that I haven't
taken it before.
I have taken images of elk before. In
fact, just this summer I took my favorite image of an elk out in California. Great light, golden light. Dark storm clouds.
Back lighting. A silhouette.
I can remember photographing
one out in ... Where was I? Yellowstone? Yeah, I believe it was Yellowstone. Somewhere out West, in some National Park.
Walked right past me. Well, me and my Honda Element. I make it a habit to have
something close by I can step behind ... You know, just in case.
I can remember it like it was yesterday ... And elk. A big bull. Walking right by me coming out of the woods into
And now my newest image. My small elk with the
large ears. Ears not that close to me. Out in the field, hiding in the grass.
Just the ears. And the grass. And the light.
My new favorite elk image.
Until the next time
I photograph elk. The next time I look for something new.
Always looking for something different. Something
That is why I do what I do. Over and over again.
Year after year. Image after image.
Ferns. Trout. Fall Colors. Spring Flowers. Arches National Park. Osprey.
The same thing over and over again ... Year after year. Day after day.
Looking for something new out of the old.
Went back to Cataloochee for some more elk images. I just had to.
Last week I took one shot with my 900mm f5.6 lens set-up. One shot.
OK, you know I don't take one shot ... But you know what I mean.
One elk walked out into the light
I believe I took two quick shots, more to get a check
on the exposure, to tell you the truth.
A doe with a collar, no less.
Not what I was looking for.
Way too far away,
no antlers, one too many radio collar ...
three shots. Period.
This time I had a riot.
Right around 450 images ... Many, many "situations".
I like it.
lens, big tripod, big subject.
Bigger than an osprey
The 300mm f2.8 was made for elk.
Bull elk. Big bull elk.
Full frame. Up close. In your face.
300mm f2.8 VRII lens. That works out
to be 450mm f2.8 when used, as in my case, with a "crop-factor", smaller sensor. I use my old D300s with the 8 frames per
second speed I am looking for.
Add the Nikon 2X converter
because you just happen to have one, and you have a 900mm f5.6 super telephoto lens.
I have waited a LONG time in order to get this set-up. Throw-in the large Gitzo tripod with the Kirk BH-1 ball-head
with the Induro Side-Kick gimbal arm, and you have a set-up to photograph big, nasty bull elk during rutting season.
That is one part of the story: The Gear.
The rest of the story is all about getting there. Getting out there. Being there in the first place.
That is key.
got up early Saturday morning and drove straight to the Park.
I-40 all the way.
Got to the "second" big field just
as the elk were headed into the woods for the afternoon ... About 9:30am.
No worries ... I turned around, and headed for another field, the "first" field as you come into the Park.
Remember, this is a section of The Great Smoky Mountain National Park.
Just as I parked, I noticed a number of people down
the road a bit, and walked down to see a male and one of his girlfriends come out of the woods.
Spent the day working this "first field". They came and went,
came and went.
Time to find that Rest Stop on I-40 West I saw on the map ...
Back down the long and winding and gravel, dirty, dusty road (15 mph) to get back on I-40.
Yes, I went West, away from the Park. About ten miles ... Something like that.
Got there before it got dark. Parked at the end of the parking lot, brushed
my teeth, put up my "curtains" ... Set my alarm for 6am.
Got up, checked my alarm, I was up before it went off ... 5:47am.
Drove West another, what? Five miles to the next exit, turned around, and headed East, back to the Park. It worked
Back up the gravel road ... In the dark. Glad
no one else is as crazy as I am ... It is tight and twisty.
through the Park to the very end, just like the day before. Pre-sunrise.
There were a few elk out in the field ... The foggy field. They left before I really got anything ... And the sun
I drove back to the "first field".
One bull (the same one from the night before) with a couple cows just laying
I'll take it. They were "sort of close" ... For
a 900mm lens set-up.
I shot. I waited. I moved.
wait ... As the sun was trying to show-up (it did for about five minutes), he stood up. Perfect.
Wait for it ...
Yes! My favorite sound of the
weekend... The bugle call.
He was in the middle of the
field, the light was nice, I got it.
The moment, or two.
That was it.
was gone when he left to follow his harem. The light was gone, they went to the other side of the field, and ...
I had my shots.
Full-frame, in your face, elk call ...
end for a perfect week-end (except for that whole "hole in the bumper" thing ...).
Next weekend ... Closer to home.
the long lens for the fly-rod ... Trout.
My time of the year. Back to South Mountain State Park.
From one park to another.
One animal to another.
From elk to trout.
I believe I can get closer to a trout ...
Went over to the Smokey
Mountains for some elk images ...
Oh, stopped in Asheville
for a look at some old camera gear ... Found an old Pentax camera body (I had a lens for it), an old Nikon camera strap,
and a beat-up Canon auto-focus lens for another camera body I have laying around upstairs ...
Ah, I found out that a Canon lens does not fit a Canon camera body.
Say what? YES! A Canon autofocus lens that will NOT fit on a Canon autofocus camera body ...
I paid $10 for it! Come-on!! I don't get it.
I knew Nikon
is one of the few (if not the only one) companies that have kept the lens mount the same, for like, EVER!
I have an old Nikon D50 autofocus camera body upstairs with an really OLD
Nikkor 50mm manual focus lens on it which I use to play around with ...
Yes, it can not auto focus ... Yes, I have to use manual exposure ...
But ... I CAN USE IT!!!
Canon? Go figure.
was before getting to Cataloochee -- THE place for elk in North Carolina. Best place east of the Mississippi? I'm
not sure ... But, yeah ...
A nice place. A special place.
I got there about noon ... Crazy dirt road up to the valley. Didn't see anything
but a few turkeys ...
Drove up to the end ...
a few magazines ... Checked out all the places I want to go to next ... Pretended to rest ... Relax.
Then ... Got out my long lens and tripod, got everything ready.
I could hear 'em ... The elk bugle. One of my favorite sounds in nature ...
He was way up in the woods.
Then, an elk entered the open field ... A female.
With a collar. I took a couple of shots, you know, checking for exposure, composition, etc ...
I waited ...
And waited ...
I could still hear him ...
He was getting closer ... Waited.
Out he comes. A BIG one.
And he lays down ...
I could see his antlers over a small hill ...
And there he sat ... He even had one of his girl friends come join him.
couldn't see her ...
I waited. It was getting late ...
The light was going ... I was in the right place - One BIG male and five (yes, five) females.
I lost the light. I left.
Drove back down through the valley ...
the fun began.
One bull was chasing another bull out
of his space ...
The cars/people were everywhere ...
got out with my smaller lens -- The new one I got last week, the 55-200mm VR lens. The 300mm f2.8 with the 2X converter (900mm
equivalent) was in the back of the Element ... I had no time, they were running!
Got a few quick shots, drove the car down the road ... Keeping ahead of the two bulls running amuck the traffic ...
The cars, the people, the photographers ...
I kept moving
ahead, waiting ...
Tried some panning shots ...
Waited until the
smaller one ran off into the woods ...
And ... Kept my
eye on the victor, waiting for the ...
You know, wait
for it ... The Victory Yell.
Late afternoon ...
The light fading ... Soft diffused light ...
adjusting my ISO ... First to 400 (from 200). Then, I just went for it at the end and went up to 1000.
It is all about the light ...
First, there was bright, contrasty light ... Then diffused light ...
Then, just plain 'ol low light ...
Shoot what ya' got ...
It's an elk. A BIG elk.
It is all about the
Well, come on? It is an elk.
It is all about
the moment ...
Or, to steal a quote from Doug Gardner,
a South Carolina wildlife photographer ...
It is all
about "The Outdoor Experience".
And the panning
That time of year again ...
The County Fair.
Lenoir, North Carolina.
The place I have lived longer than any other place in my life ...
It is also an event I have taken my college class to for many, many years ... Can't remember how many, but I also
can't remember when I didn't end up there on a Thursday night in the Fall.
I like it.
My class likes it.
Works for me.
meet at the gate at 6pm and ... Well, walk around and take pictures. Pretty simple really.
We have been in class about a month at this point of the semester ... Have somewhat of an idea of what is going
on, at this point, and just go out to see what we can come up with.
We all know that talking about taking photos is a lot different that actually going out and "making" images ...
And the Fair is perfect.
It is close ...
It is cheap ...
And it is colorful, has plenty of patterns, textures, lines, shapes, and people
And everything else.
start out together ... Me looking for ... Well, you know me ... Just looking.
Looking for images.
And people that love animals.
With people that love to photograph people that love animals.
Rides with lights that blend into the late afternoon light that is fading
into the late evening light ...
No, I did not get all the way around the Fair Grounds this year ... We tend to get
lost in the moment, the movement, the light, the rides, and ...
Well ... The County Fair.
that last more than a moment. Looking for this, looking for that.
Giving instructions here, asking questions there ...
Two and a half hours ... The GOLDEN HOURS that don't always turn out actually being Golden.
No, this year we had the dark brooding skies that worked perfect with the warm
colorful lights of the rides, once the lights blended into that perfect light of the Fair, the rides ...
The night was perfect for me ...
I just received a new lens in the mail that afternoon ... Yes, a REAL new lens. Not a used lens. A new Nikkor
55-200mm VRII lens ...
The first new anything I have
bought at Adorama, or B&H, or KEH Camera, in a LONG time ...
A new model, telephoto lens - With a set
of three filters (UV, Polarizer, and ND) - for $147. Well, with shipping (FREE) and everything, it was actually $146.96, but
who is counting?
I got it that afternoon, used it that night.
My one lens.
Yes, that little game I play ...
One camera, one lens, six tripods
Well, you know, tripods for students that don't have one yet ...
Low light. Tripods.
Once again, the County Fair turned into the perfect place to practice everything we have talked about in class the
past month or so.
And then some ...
Photographing people ...
And cows. Or calves. Or whatever you call those cute little models that were getting cleaned just for us ...
Clean baby cows ...
The Icon as art.
I always thought the word "icon" had something to do with Bill Russell, Jim
Brown, or Mickey Mantle, when I was growing up playing sports.
Or The Beatles.
And it does ...
But once I got to a real "art school" in college, I learned there is another
meaning for the word ...
summer I drove out to West to pick up my brother ...
spent four nights in a monastery up in the hills of Northern California.
And this image was in my room ...
Now, I know
Icons. I took a river cruise through Russia ... We stopped in every church in every city, every little town, every single
day. Church after church. Icon after icon.
their churches. They love their icons. Well, really, they actually love the fact that they have their churches back
... Their icons.
They were the first thing they
fixed up after seventy years of Communism and having no religion that they could admit to.
A few years before that, I spent a week with Russian families, both Moscow and St. Petersburg. I was in their
homes. I saw their art. Their most prized possessions.
Handed down from generation to
They have been around for THOUSANDS of years
... Greece. Italy. Russia. Eastern Europe as a whole ... Icons everywhere.
A very unique art form.
I like it.
This one I woke up to ...
As I was taking this shot, I remembered something one of my art professors at Graduate School said about taking pictures
of art ...
True, this is my image, but it is not my art.
No, I do not know who "made this art".
I do know that
Father Patrick and Father Moses are keeping this art form alive with their continued work out in Santa Rosa, California. They
are working in a church there, much like monks have worked in other churches for centuries ...
Using the same techniques as the original "Teenage Ninja Turtles" -- They paint on wet plaster, in sections,
day after day, year after year.
Yes, years ...
It really is amazing what these two men are doing ... In a small church in Santa Rosa, California.
If I didn't know any better, I would have thought I was in Greece. Or Russia. Or Bulgaria.
An Icon is an
Icon is an Icon ...
Art is art.
I did not "make this shot my own" by doing anything fancy with my camera, or in Photoshop like I usually do.
No, I left it as I saw it ... True, it does has a few imperfections on it, but they seemed just perfect to me.
The Icon as Art.
True, it also doesn't hurt that it just so happens to be painted in my Marine Corps colors ...
Well, maybe I did "make it my own" after all.
Osprey grow very quickly.
About a month, and they are just a flappin' away.
As big as their parents, they can't wait to get out of the nest.
So they flap.
It is my favorite time to be watching
the nest. They eat, poop, flap, and ...
For a few seconds anyway.
Yeah, they practice a lot before they are brave enough to give it a try for real ... You know, take the plunge.
This young chick is getting ready.
I love it when they sit on the very edge of the nest and flap away ... Then, up they go ... Two feet in the air,
wait for it ...
Then return to the nest.
And up they go ... And down again. Flap. Flap. Flap.
They get into a rhythm ...
a photographer, I follow along. I join the dance.
My favorite time.
I talk about repetition in class ... A simple design tool that improves the final image of any given situation where
repetition is found ... And it is found in many places.
Well, this is a different
type of repetition ... The repeated movement of your subject. Over and over. Same place, same movements.
A motion you can predict and be ready for. Time after time, year after year.
I know when they are ready, I know when they are about to begin, and I know
I am going to enjoy it. Over and over again.
Up and down,
up and down ... Same plane of focus, same light, same speed, same movements.
That is why I drive to the same nest, to the same parking spot, the same birds,
year after year, night after night ...
I am a creature
So are osprey.
Oh, but I did crop this image into a LONGER format ... Something new.
I can change. I can try something new.
A new look to something I have shot over, and over,
and over, and over again ...
The art of flight ... Can't
wait until next year.
Circle(s) of Light
Yes, it is my living room.
And yes, it is art.
And no, it is not hanging on the wall like a traditional piece of art. It is on my floor. The living room floor.
Window light. Bicycle tire. Floor. Shadow.
The perfect place. The perfect time. The
perfect light. The perfect moment.
Light. Shadow. Bicycle.
In the living room ... Yeah.
It makes me think of a quote I read somewhere over the past thirty years of
capturing light ...
"The role of
the artist is to simplify" ...
Speaking of simple
... Scroll down.
My last stop before returning home this
summer was the Outer Banks.
The Atlantic Ocean.
Bodie Island Lighthouse.
A lighthouse I have photographed many, many times over the years. From my first visit there in 1974 on my Honda 550,
to this summer (2016) in my Honda Element.
do the math.
Weekends for OUR STATE Magazine. Workshops
with my college photography class. Visiting family on Colington Island ... I have made many visits to the area over
And, yes, I ALWAYS stop and photograph Bodie
Well, usually I say never say never,
or always, but in this case, it is a pretty sure bet ... If I drive out to the OBX, Bodie Island Lighthouse ends up in front
of my lens.
It is the closest one ...
Once I am in the area, I can get there before the sun comes up. Period.
This summer, I stopped there twice.
Once, the second day I got there, at mid-day, and early in the morning before the sun came up on my last day out
This second time, I wanted something a
little different ...
I zoomed in on just "the essence
of the place", the lines, the shapes ... Black and white.
yes, the bricks.
Then, just because I could, I tilted
my camera, and just played with the graphic simplicity, the "zen-like" shapes ... The Ying and the Yang.
But it is more than bricks. More than black and white. More than lines. More
than Bodie Island Lighthouse.
Is it less?
Well, to me, it is more. It is mounted and framed
in this cool square white mat/black frame set-up that really plays off its simplicity ...
Black and white image
within a black and white mat and frame.
frame with a rectangular image. Something new for me.
Black and white lines. Black and white
bricks. Black and white shapes.
Black and White Zen.
More than a crooked image of bricks ... More than an image of Bodie Island Lighthouse.
Yet so much less.
Which makes it ...
I have taught photography
at CCC&TI for over twenty years. I've walked around the campus many, many, times, looking for images.
Looking for art.
That is what I do, what I teach.
On a small,
local, community college, less than ten minutes from where I live.
Looking for art. Teaching art. Learning art.
after year. Semester after semester.
Looking for art
where few believe it can be found.
walkways, more buildings, and more stairs. Lines, shapes, and forms.
This semester I was out with the class looking for art. I tell them, an artist can find art anywhere, anytime, anyplace.
With this photo, I was walking up the breezeway towards the library, when I
saw the light ...
I have made this trip hundreds of time, every semester, every year.
From F-Building, to E-Building.
But this time, at this certain time, the light was just right ...
Well, at this time of year, at this time of the day, I'm sure the light has
been right THOUSANDS of times before, but this time, I just happened to notice the light ...
Rule Number One
Now, that is important ...
Notice the light. Look at the light, but the key is to know what to do with
the light. What it will look like in the final image?
image in your head.
Trust me, it did not look like this.
a photographer, I know that cameras record light differently than our eyes -- and brain -- do.
We see light differently than cameras do. We can see "into the shadows", our
camera sensors can not.
It was this way with film. It
is that way with digital sensors.
Digital sensors have a hard time dealing with the difference between the very
dark (black) and the very light (white).
Our eyes (and brains) don't have this problem.
I saw the difference in the light and shadows, and wanted to "play around with this contrast," and make my own image
The image I wanted, not the image I saw.
I have talked about this before ...
Knowing how to "make an image, not just take an image".
Minus something, and go from there ...
Get the bright spots under control, and let the shadows, well, let the shadows, look like shadows!
Play with light and shadow.
Another thing I always tell my students ...
If you can walk around a college, your neighborhood, your front yard, and see art ... Make art, my role as an art
instructor, a photography instructor, is over.
if you can make art in Hudson, North Carolina, you will have no trouble making art in, let's say, Paris. Or Rome. Or London.
Lenoir, or Hickory.
The Greek Islands. Asheville. The Grand Canyon. The Outer Banks. Pulaski, New York ...
You get the point.
Find art in your house. Your closet. The back yard. The local park. On a walk to the store ...
go from there ...
You all know my first rule
of photography is ...
LOOK AT THE LIGHT
is just another reason why it is number one in my book.
That's right, I use the energy of the sun to charge the batteries to my cameras,
phone, and my I-tunes shuffle thingy, while on the road, or in the woods.
I use GOAL ZERO equipment.
I have two solar panels that collect the energy from the sun to
power up my battery pack ... Which powers up all my stuff.
ZERO Sherpa 50.
It has an electric outlet and a USB
port ... It handles everything I need.
And yes, I can
plug it into any wall socket to charge it up as well, if there is one handy ...
I shot this image up in the woods over the Labor Day Weekend ... As you can see, I have one of my panels set-up on
my small tripod at an angle to the sun, and then just follow the sun as it moves around in the sky ...
Woods have trees, and trees cause shadows ... The earth moves ... The light
moves! So I have to move.
It is a game I play with the
And the shadows.
But, all the running around works. It keeps me, and my gear, working, even when I'm miles from the nearest
So ... LOOK AT THE LIGHT. COLLECT THE LIGHT.
USE THE LIGHT.
Photography is ALL ABOUT light.
Get out there and collect, and use, that light!
However you can make it work for you!
I "played army" when I was a kid.
was in the Army and I had a real Army helmet (liner), an ammo-belt, a plastic M-14, you know, all the cool stuff ... I had
my platoon of kids ... I played in the woods.
I was in the United States Marine Corps. Infantry. Mortars. I played in the woods of North Carolina before I actually moved
to North Carolina.
They came out with camo uniforms about
a year before I got out ... We loved it. No starch. We didn't have to tuck in our blouses (shirts), and best of all ... We
could TRY to get away without shining our brass belt buckle ...
I still have my camo top ... I wear
it when I fly fish. Still have my metal Sergeant (E-5) insignias and everything ...
Forty years ago.
Yeah, I joined in 1976. A LONG
I still like camo.
They have this new "digital camo" that is all the rave ...
I like it.
True, I'm "old school", but this
"new school" stuff is pretty, well, you know, cool ...
I have my 300mm f2.8 covered with it ...
some "official" military digital camo duct tape the other day that I found at Wal-Mart.
I got a gift-card from the PTO (new
school PTA) at Granite Falls Middle School and just had to spend it this past Labor Day before heading up into the woods above
Digital camo duct tape.
... Camo netting to use as a blind.
I seem to be getting more and more into this whole wildlife photography thing
and, well, why not?
Like I said, I like camo. Old school
1978 Marine camo jackets and raincoat, the newer digital camo Army jackets , and my Lens Coat lens cover and tripod leg
covers, plus, my digital camo duct tape.
Just to practice, I took it all up in the woods with me over Labor Day Weekend
and ... Well, set it up and saw how it worked/looked.
Taped up the tripod legs, hung up the netting to make a blind, and added a few
"real leaves" to give it that 3-D look and ...
I "played army" once again ...
Although now, it is referred
to as "playing photographer" ...
Play, play, play ...
Things really haven't changed that much in the past, what? Fifty years ...
Extreme Non-Traditional Crop (CRAZY!)
OK, it's one shot, but ...
Yes, I talked about
this shot before ... My favorite shot of all time. This year. This summer. Of osprey. Of birds.
Well, I like the shot, let's just say that.
original shot, as framed, is the first/top shot. I had my Nikon D90 with my new (used) Nikkor 70-200mm f2.8 VR lens (@200mm)
on it, hand-held, as the osprey flew around me up in Pulaski, New York this summer.
The f2.8 is constant, meaning you
can set it to f2.8 at 70mm and when you zoom out to 200mm, your aperture does not change, it remains f2.8.
That is a big deal, trust me.
Most zoom lenses (that I have ever owned anyways) have what is called a "variable aperture" ... As you zoom out to
200mm the lens itself gets longer, and in doing so, the light has to travel farther, and your shutter speeds get slower to
make up for this loss of light.
The farther light travels,
the less powerful it becomes. It "fades away" ... Darker, darker, dark.
That is how light works.
But this lens does not "get longer" when zoomed out. It stays the same length,
and so, because of this (and the magic of the Japanese technicians), there is no loss of light. Your aperture doesn't have
to "make-up" for anything, and can remain the same ... f2.8.
Wide open. Lots of light. Faster shutter speeds.
At 70mm. At 157mm. 93.5mm. 198.36mm. And yes, everything in between. If
you have it set for f2.8, it will stay at f2.8.
yes, f4 stays f4 ... f6.3 stays f6.3 ... Whatever.
I mean, really nice.
A great lens.
Makes it perfect for birds in
flight in late afternoon light. Very sharp. Not that large, or heavy ... Just right.
Well, except that it is "only" a 200mm lens ...
with my old D90, with its "crop factor", it is like having a mini 300mm f2.8 in your hands.
Well, again ... As perfect as I could
get at the moment.
Well, if it is so perfect,
why didn't I always have one, you ask?
Plain and simple.
I have shot with the 18-200mm VR lens for as long as Nikon has made it. THE lens I have used for years. My FAVORITE
lens of all-time.
If I could only have one lens ... This would be it. 18-200mm VR II f3.5-5.6
(f3.5 @18mm and f5.6 @200mm. Not a constant aperture!!).
have owned a couple of them ...
OK, they are
not PERFECT. They have a LOT of glass (they cover everything from wide-angle to telephoto), and, well ... They can be a wee
Like, fall apart on a bicycle trip, out
in the Wine Country of California, while I had it in the little handlebar bag when I was driving around the back roads
looking for images, kind of fragile) ...
I learned my lesson ... I always use a chest-pouch after that little set-back.
That said, it is a great lens.
The difference is, as you zoom out, the lens gets longer, which means less
light reaches the sensor, which means the camera has to adjust the amount of time the shutter remains open, and ...
Well, long story short (Get it? The lens get longer ...), my shutter speeds
get slower and slower ...
Not a good thing.
Having a constant aperture really helps as the light gets constantly lower and
What's the big deal? Why didn't I always have
Any variable aperture lens costs less than one with a constant aperture, everything else being about the same (brand
name, focal lengths, etc ...).
Like, a LOT less.
Check it out ... Go to Adorama (or any other camera Super Store) and look at the prices of zoom lenses ... Same brand
name, same focal lengths ... BIG difference in prices (like, from under $1000 to over $2000).
That's why I never owned one ...
I bought it used, once I sold my older model 80-400mm VR lens.
Now I have the perfect lens.
Well, unless the
osprey doesn't really fly, like, you know, REALLY close ...
you just "lock on" and fire away, where ever it is, and how ever close it is ... Just shoot! Get an image.
crop it later.
And, crop it any way you want ... You know, you have enough room to play with ...
I followed the traditional "Rule of Thirds" at first, but then, you know me ... I had to "play".
Try this crop, try that crop ... Crop, crop, crop.
Follow the rules? Well, you could ask some of my former teachers, but I'll just
go ahead and tell you ...
I've been know to break a rule
or two in my day. Just don't tell any of my middle school students ...
Oh, wait. They know.
In fact, the image I really
like ... The one posted on my website, and the one I had matted and framed, and is sitting in my apartment ... Yeah, I went
with a vertical crop.
Vertical? Say what? I vertical
shot of a bird flying across the viewfinder from right to left?
Yeah, I can't tell you why I tried it,
and ended up liking it, except ...
Well, I could.
All wrong, I know ... Vertical? Really?
And that framing? Really?
Not enough "room, or space, to fly into" (ahh, it isn't really flying ... moving ... It's a STILL image), too
close to the edge of the frame ... too tight ... too whatever ...
I know, I know ...
I like it.
It is no longer JUST an osprey ... It is a "shape", or really, two shapes ...
Triangles ... I see triangles. The letter "M", or is it a "W"? I don't know ...
I see shapes ...
I see that yellow eye ...
I see LIGHT! COLOR! Cool and warm ...
I can crop it anyway I want.
That is art. That is being an artist.
That is photography.
That is ... Fun.
Break the rules ... Just know the rules to begin with.
Makes breaking them, that much more FUNNERS!
that is a word. And yes, I can say it, and/or spell it, anyway I want.
Call it ... Word art!
I like taking pictures.
I really like driving
across the country "In My Element" and taking pictures.
image was taken while driving through a tunnel under The Chesapeake Bay in Virginia. I has headed for The Outer Banks while
driving south from Pulaski, New York.
Kind of ...
My goal was Tangier Island, Virginia.
I had read about it somewhere, sometime ... I forgot when and where.
never been there before.
And ... It's in the MIDDLE of
the Chesapeake Bay, are you kidding me?
You can't drive
So, on the way to my destination, here I was, underwater. With a camera ... Driving along and I just knew I had to
get an image.
Did I mention I like to take photos?
Did I mention I had six or seven camera with me at the time?
Well, I do and I did.
So, while being safe (of course), I grabbed a camera and just held it up there and fired away ... You know me, I
Click, click, click ... Repeat.
Put the camera down, forgot about it ...
Yeah, I do that a lot.
Made it to the island
... Takes about an hour and a half by ferry. And yes, I took pictures then, too.
I believe the island - Tangier Island, Virginia - is something like one mile by five miles long. A small island.
A fishing community ... Period.
Well, and tourist stop.
A few cars ... Two or three "roads". I did see a couple Fire Trucks at the station,
and a police car ... A tiny compact, something, that just fits the "paths" used as roads.
No, this island is like a community golf course, without the golf course ...
Golf cart city.
They take the guests around
the island, drop them off at their B&Bs, and jam up the "downtown" area pretty good.
Golf carts, mopeds, and four wheelers ... My type of town. Village. Community.
Oh, and boats ...
Lots of boats ... All
types of boats ...
And the ferry ...
It makes one trip per day. Leaves at 10am and returns at 4pm.
trip per day.
Interesting little place.
Glad I made my way out there ...
But ... The Image.
Like I said, I forgot I took
I was going through my cameras/gear, and noticed
one of my cameras was missing a card. I then remembered that I took one of the CF cards out of one of my D200s, and took it
with me on my trip this summer for the D300.
have that many CF cards ...
Yeah, I forgot about
I have a lot of cameras, and a lot of cards
... Mostly SDHC cards, but yes, I also have old, just plain SD cards, for my older cameras, and the larger CF cards for the
"bigger cameras" ...
Did I mention I have over twenty
So, I went through my gear, and ... Sure enough, I came across this card, up-side down, in one of my card holder,
wallet thingy ...
So, I knew I had filled up the card.
That is how I do things.
Now, I have been back
a while ... I have gone through my cards, down loaded them onto DVDs ... Set up my website ... Got everything up and running.
I'm that good. That quick.
I'm also good at forgetting things.
I better check and make sure what was on this card ...
Yeah, how did I miss this one? The one place
I went out of my way to get to, to explore ...
how that works ...
4 GB worth of images ... And I just
overlooked them. Forgot about them.
And then I remembered ... The tunnel.
class. Leading lines. Vanishing point. Color. Movement. All that cool stuff ...
My New Favorite One
My new favorite osprey image.
For the moment.
Yeah, as you know, I like
to photograph osprey. Period. Like a lot. Always. Whenever, and wherever I can find them ...
Let me see ... Pulaski, New York. The Everglades. The OBX. Lake Okeechobee. Virginia. Idaho. Crystal River, Florida
But, Pulaski has been my favorite place to shoot.
I grew up there. My sister lives less than 5 miles from the nest. The nest is
on an elevated pole above the power lines so there is an unrestricted view of the nest and the birds.
have shot there for the past five, six (I can't remember) years and I just sit and sit ...
Sometimes even when the light sucks and the clouds are rolling in ... I just watch. Observe. Study.
But, in the late afternoon, when the light is "right" and there are no clouds
... Trust me, I am there.
I watch the clouds. The sky.
I know when it is going to make for good images.
The osprey are a given. The "subject" is there. Period.
It is really all about RULE NUMBER ONE.
LOOK AT THE LIGHT.
That is what makes or breaks an image, any image.
that said, trust me, Osprey don't really give a crap about the light. The clouds, or the weather.
Well, no, I believe they like nice weather ... And even the clouds, when
the chicks are small ... Like I said, that nest is out there, no shade, out in the heat. It can get hot out there in the sun
Yes, up-state New York can get hot in June,
when the chicks are born, and in July, when they learn to fly. Up until then, they are at the mercy of the sun.
So, yes, they just might like clouds.
But, you know what I mean.
Hungry? Go catch
a fish. Cloudy? Raining? Hungry? Go catch a fish.
simple. Hot? Sunny? Go catch a fish.
They need to eat.
At the nest, I really only have a few options when it comes to getting images
Well, that sounds good, but no ...
If it moves, I shoot. Period.
But, the MAIN shots are when they return to the nest ... They almost come to a complete stop ... Flutter, then land
-- That split (less an a) second. That flutter (for lack of a better term).
BAM. That's it. The movement, the wings, the talons, the fish (sometimes), the "action". The landing.
Leaving the nest is ... Well, OK, but usually not as good. There is no "moment"
like when they land ... They just, well, fly away. Gone, off to the river, away from where I park.
Unless they fly around ... As in this case (The image above).
And this is also a case of me playing ...
Yes, I have a big tripod, a gimbal head, a Nikkor 300mm f2.8 beast of a lens, the works ... And it is nice. I can
follow focus pretty good, capture the action, again, pretty good. I love it.
But no, in this case, I was playing with my smaller, lighter, new (to me), fancy 70-200mm VR lens, and ... And just
So, what that means is, first, I'm having
fun, and secondly (for all my math students out there), it means, I'm hand-holding a light-weight, 300mm equivalent lens,
just trying to follow the little (well, not that little) birdie and keep my center focusing little rectangle thingy smack
dab on the body of the bird ...
And, like I said, just
8 frames per second.
Usually five or six shots per burst ... Sometimes, maybe eight. Ten.
Depends on the flight of the bird, how close the bird is to me, and how long
I can "keep up with 'em".
and ... In this light ... The perfect time to play ...
like the light. Warm, golden light. And the subject, duh ...
And in this image, I like the wings, and, I really like the legs. Tucked up in there, perfectly aerodynamic.
But ... What really makes it - for me anyways - Is the background. The
clean, simple, background. The color.
No clouds. Just a warm-toned bird (golden) against a clear blue sky.
Blue and gold. Plain and simple.
The whole complementary color thing
you learned in middle school art class ... Colors that "work" together.
Blue and Yellow.
school colors for, let's see ... Just a few I can think of right off the top of my head ...
And only a few of the MILLIONS out there ...
Falls Elementary and Middle Schools, Gamewell Middle School (and probably elementary as well, I sure), West Caldwell
High School ...
And ... Outside of Caldwell County, North
Carolina ... Clewiston Middle, and High School, down in Florida, where my younger sister and brother graduated -- I bought
a t-shirt the last time I was down there!
Yeah. The colors are drilled into us from an early age ... They work!
Just add ... The osprey - The real
subject. The image takes care of itself.
And LOTS of hours sitting there, reading, eating, looking, hoping, dreaming,
wishing ... Trying not to eat some more ... Photographing flowers within view, other little birds, watching (and taking a
few shots) of the people that hay the field I'm parked next to, talking to the people that stop by and ask what kind of birds
You know ... Putting in the time.
And, always ... Keeping my eye on the weather, the light ...
Always the light ... I mean, I'm ready at all times, but I'm REALLY ready when
the light is right.
Then, all I have to do is will the
osprey to fly away, land, or better yet ...
chicks are getting ready to fly, getting their wing muscles in shape, they jump up in the air, flap like crazy, and land ...
Jump, flap like crazy, land ... Over and over and over.
practice, practice ...
And fire away ... Over and over again ...
Yeah, I don't think I really have to say much about this one ...
Rule Number One: Look at the Light
a given in this case ...
Rule Number Three: Produce Plenty
of Pixels ... You know, Take a Lot of Images
Here I am,
out in California, north of San Francisco, at Point Reyes National Seashore, with my brother, driving back to our campground.
We were out at the lighthouse just before sunset ...
That was nice, but ... Cloudy. Not much ... We headed back.
I'm driving ... The clouds break, and ... Well THIS!
This light. Perfect.
Now, all I had to do is hope to find a subject to go with it. I stopped and just shot the ... Well, LIGHT. And clouds
... Ah, they are a subject, right? Just like LIGHT is a subject ...
Stop. Get something.
Then LOOK. Hunt ...
Wish ... Dream ... Think ...
I drove ...
I just KNEW I would find something ...
Use my magical powers if nothing else ...
Ha! Cows in the field - Perfect.
Or so I thought.
They were REALLY hungry - NEVER lifted their heads ... NONE of them ... Forever ...
I waited ...
But, come on, THE LIGHT ...
Kept driving ... I just KNEW something was going to be around the next curve,
the next hill, something. Somewhere.
what? California? On the coast? Wow. Cool.
In this light?
Are you kidding me?
I pulled over quite quickly, my camera was ready, and I ran to get into the "right position" ... Elk, sun behind
him ... Perfect.
You know what I was thinking as I was
moving into position, right?
Well, no, I wasn't thinking negatively, just the opposite ...
I just knew I had to set my camera to negative something ...
I was POSITIVE I had the image I was looking for ...
fact, I had just finished stamping my little National Park Passport thingy that Jennifer gave me for Christmas last year,
and now I knew why they had a stamp of an elk for people to use ...
The scene in front of me looked just like the stamp ... Except for the whole black and gold thing going on ...
Minus one ...
shoot, shoot ... Adjust. Shoot some more.
At first he
looked right at me and ... Well, this is a silhouette, and I lost the shape of its face ... The antlers kicked butt, but ...
Oh wait, there it is ... Fire away!
He got bored of my clickin' and looked off to the side ... Got it.
The shape, the profile, I was looking for ... Just like on the stamp I had seen earlier.
for it. Find it. Wish for it. Wait for it. Capture it.
man, I just came up with the secret to photography! BAM, there it is.
Or should the "Wish for it" come first? Then "Look for it"?
Well, no matter ... That, I'm sure, will work itself out ...
Just get out there, look for the light, and hold on, you never know what might show up at the right place, at the
right time ... In the "right" light.
The main thing is
to shoot first, look for something better later ... Get THE SHOT, then look (wish/dream) for the next ,THE SHOT ... The perfect
Then, find the next one ... A better shot.
Funny how that works.
Elk? On the coast of California?
I'll be darn.
I thanked him as I walked back to the Element.
definitely was ...
Wait for it ...
"In My Element".
Whew ... Why I do what I do, and go where I go. Period.
I love it. My new "Favorite Shot".
Until the next one ...
There is ALWAYS a next one.
Good, But Not That Good
Sure, I get carried away and shoot like crazy sometimes when I see something
Like skimmers ... Or whatever their real name
is. I just like photographing birds. In fact, looking over my work of the past few years ... Yeah, I like birds.
This summer I shot a lots of birds ... Well, you know, photographed, a lot of
birds ... Osprey, some red-eyed under-water swimming bird out in California (yeah, I forgot the name ...), and yes ... I didn't
even get a photograph of the hawk ...
But one bird I
was surprised to see this summer was this skimmer thing out on the Outer Banks ...
Flying around and then swooping down to skim across the top of the ocean ...
I locked on and just kept firing away ...
the water, and when he circled around for another run ... I believe he knew I wanted another chance at it.
I have been to the OBX a lot. I mean, you know, for someone that lives in the
Foothills. I have been there many times over the years.
started when I was shooting for OUR STATE magazine ... They run a "special" on the coast every year. Then, I started taking
my college class out there every Spring.
Our first year,
we stayed at a motel for two nights, but figured out that renting a house for a week, was a much smarter deal, and the
way to go.
We went ...
I don't know, five, six years in a row.
was when I had two classes at the college ... T/Th and the Saturday class. That was nice. More students.
When we lost the Weekend College, it was hard to get enough students to rent
At that very same time, my sister-in-law just happened to move out
So, although I no longer take my class out there, I still have
a chance to get out there myself every once in awhile. Dave and Carol live close to The Wright Brothers Memorial.
I ended my summer trip this year there,
driving down from New York where I stayed with both my sister, and my uncle.
I have not been out on the islands in the summer in a long time. It was always the Spring, or the Fall.
it was crazy hot.
It caught me - and everyone else, I'm
sure, off guard.
Heat Index hot. Hotter than what the
temperature says it is.
That's not a good thing.
But, it is the OBX.
That is a good thing.
Hey, I'm a photographer.
Get up early, stay out late.
And watch movies in between.
Lots of movies.
In fact, it was so hot I skipped the whole "stay out late" thing ...
I left at 5:30, 6:00 in the morning and was back by, I don't know, say 9:00.
That hot. That muggy.
Granted, I was only out there five days ... But still, it was hot.
Funny thing ...
The very first day, the first thing I did was drive to the ocean ... Remember, I had driven out to the Pacific Ocean
first ... California, to pick up my brother.
stopping in to see family, I drove to the ocean. Get it? Coast to Coast?
Anyway ... There I was shooting ... Sand dunes, sea grass, the waves ... I had to walk into the water, you know,
to get my feet wet, to make it official ... The East Coast.
let me back-up ...
When I first walked out onto the beach,
I noticed this lady looking at me ...
Well, of course
I thought it must be my good looks, or maybe my Nikon, I wasn't sure which, but she was checking me out (or the camera).
I went on shooting, thinking I was dreaming ...
But no, when I finished shooting the waves washing up on the beach - you know, lines, shapes, repetition, etc ...
There she was ...
"Are you the OBX Beach Bum"?
I wasn't sure what she was talking about ... I mumbled something clever, like,
"Well, I've been called worse, but no, I don't think I am who you think I am" ... Something like that.
She said something about this guy on Facebook ...
Yeah, not me.
But that cleared up the whole
mystery of the lady staring at me thing ...
OK. The OBX
Beach Bum. Or maybe just the OBX Bum ... Something like that.
Whew, I thought she was stalking me ... Or worse, wanted to talk to me ... Or ...
Oh Lord help me.
No, wrong guy with gray hair
and a camera ... Who shoots sand dunes, sea grass, and waves, etc ...
I found out later that, yes, there is a guy that is on Facebook, and in fact, lives about three houses down from
where I was staying! Dave and Carol have heard of him, have seen his photos on Facebook, etc ... Small world.
But, back to the skimmer ...
I panned with its movement and followed him up in the air firing away ...
Never noticing the crane behind him ... I just hold down the shutter and track 'em ...
Once I got home and went through my images, I couldn't believe I was dumb enough to get that first image ... True,
I had four or five other shots, but I thought to myself ...
like the shape of the wings in that first image, not the crane ...
So, since I don't shoot for NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, I did what every other photographer does in the world, I took
it into Photoshop.
Digital Voodoo ...
Simple crop ...
Three seconds max. Done.
I like it.
I like the shot of it "skimmin' the ocean" better, but I do like the color better
in this one ... Red, white, and blue (and black).
As usual, it is all about the light ...
Front lighting vs Back lighting.
Blue sky vs gray sky.
I am happy. The bird looks
happy. And I have two images of a bird I have not photographed that much of before.
Maybe they are not around this area that much except for in the summer ... I don't know. I'm just glad he was around
And just to finish up the story about the OBX
The day before I was planning on leaving, Dave
got on Facebook and found out the guy was going to be out shooting the next day from 5:30 to 7:00 in the morning just across
the Bodie Island Lighthouse. A mini-workshop for anyone crazy enough to join him.
I was planning on stopping there before
heading off to the Mainland ...
I got on-line and
told him I would meet him there in the morning ... Two old guys out shooting at sunrise, sounds good to me.
I left at 5:30 (didn't want to be too early to the party) and got to the lighthouse
just before sunrise (it is all about the light) ...
Except it wasn't a perfect sunrise ... Cloudy. Gray. Flat.
I shot for a few minutes and headed across the road ...
He said he would have a sign posted ... A few other people were planning on
being there as well ...
No sign, but I knew it was the
right place. Right across from the lighthouse. Simple.
drove over, parked, got out, walked up to the beach, and looked around for a guy that looks like me ...
were maybe three people on the beach, not counting me.
women had a camera ... And a tripod in the sand near her ... She's got to be one there for the workshop ...
So, after chasing some dolphins swimming off-shore for awhile, but never
getting a shot, I walked back and asked the lady if she knew about this OBX Beach Bum guy that was supposed to be here ...
She did. She wanted to meet him too. And yes, she said this was the right place,
and that she has been there for awhile.
Except a guy from Hudson, NC (who was clueless) and her ... From Cleveland,
Ohio! She was hoping to meet the guy too!
Oh, and did I tell you it was HOT out on the ocean? Yeah ...
We talked for a few minutes, she showed me some shots of lighting that she had
taken the night before (not bad!), and then we parted ways.
7am. A little after ...
I went to my Element, put my
gear up, and ...
Had to change shirts, mine was drenched!
Seven o'clock in the morning!
OK, I did run up the beach, maybe 20 yards trying to get a shot of flipper, but come on ...
... Glad I got up early, and had my air-conditioned Element there in the parking lot ready to head
What an OBX Bummer not to meet the OBXBeachBum, but maybe next time ...
The Best Image I Never Took
"Have a camera
with you at all times".
I say it all the time.
Every class, every semester.
I have one in the Element. All the time.
I have three or four in my classroom at the middle school. All the time, every day.
This summer I had ... Let's see ... Six cameras, not counting my cellphone with me in the Element. It's not a camera,
it is a phone. With a camera.
OK, seven cameras.
I took thousands of images ... From the Blue Ridge Parkway to the coast of California,
then back across the country to Florida, then north to up-state New York. And yes, back to the coast of North Carolina,
then my return to the foothills.
I used a camera every
day for two months.
Got some good images ...
But not the BEST image.
No, I always miss the BEST image. Those once-in-a-lifetime images that we see every once in awhile, as if that
Oh, it's possible.
There I was, in up-state New York, in the middle of a state forest at my uncle's
camp reading. Very quiet. Very peaceful.
which book -- It was about Navy SEALS, that I am sure about. I read two ... Killing Bin Laden in Pakistan, and being
killed in Afghanistan - Well, except for one - Lone Survivor.
Navy SEALS ...
Except for another
uncle, my mom's older brother, who served in WWII, I am not a big fan of the Navy.
Come on, as a Marine in the 1970s, who was stationed on a Naval Air Station in Japan, and spent 45 days on a
Navy ship, the USS Oklahoma City, in the Western Pacific, I was not a fan of the Navy, ships of the Navy, or people
in the Navy.
It's a Marine Corps thing ...
They wore bell-bottom blue jeans, for God's sake. They could grow beards,
and ... Well, they tended to be fat. Period. It drove me nuts. I saluted one too many fat Naval officers in my day.
And I won't even go into my last five years at GFMS. Whew, like I said, the
Navy, and especially Naval officers, drive me nuts.
then there is my uncle, who was in the Navy, and spent time on Iwo Jima.
Yes, THAT Iwo Jima.
I never knew that growing
up, or even as a Marine researching the famous flag raising (yes, I know, BOTH of them) at NCO School in Hiroshima, Japan.
My uncle ... He drove the boats that took Marines ashore ...
But, again, I digress ...
Back to my other uncle's camp ...
And the rest
of the story ...
And then there are the Navy SEALS.
I can't even figure out how they are part of the Navy. They are a special breed. SEALS, I can deal with.
I was just sitting there, reading, all alone, while cooking my can of chicken
breasts over the fire.
A fire from all the limbs
and branches my uncle and I picked up all week long. Like ... MILLIONS of them. I burned them all day long in a metal
bin. Day after day ...
My uncle had left for the day,
I was just reading ... Nice and quiet.
Then I heard something,
or sensed something, behind me, can't remember which ... I looked around.
Then, for some reason, I looked
down, like right next to me. A hawk. A beautiful hawk ...
more than six feet away.
It just stood there looking
at me. I just sat there looking at it.
Then I reached
behind me for my camera, you know, like I always do ...
They were all in the Element. I was on "off-duty" ...
just sat there. Looking. Staring. Right there. Six feet away. The closest I've ever been to a hawk. I noticed it's feathers
... It's beak. It's powerful legs. Those claws.
And those eyes ... Just staring at me.
We just sat there looking at each other. Not a sound. Nobody moved ... I just
Finally, I said, "You've got to be shitting me"?
yes, I said it out loud. I was talking to the hawk.
the spell, the hawk flew off, as did I. Had to get a camera, any camera. I got to the Element and reached for a
D90 with the 70-200mm f2.8 VR lens.
Perfect. The right
lens for the job.
I walked back ... Yes, I walked. While
walking back, I changed the ISO to 800 and opened the aperture to f2.8 to have the fastest shutter speed possible
depending on the amount of light once I returned and got some shots of that darn hawk.
Walked back to the tree ...
It was gone.
But not the memory.
That I have.
that image in my head ...
Yes, I know, I have talked (blogged) about
this before ...
But now I actually want to show
you my secret and share with everyone how I do what I do ...
OK ... I was out in California, at the end of June, picking up my brother and taking him to Florida. I spent four
nights with him at a monastery in the mountains of Northern California. Very nice, very quiet.
They had a garden ... For a photographer, heaven.
Get it? Monastery ... Heaven?
Flowers. They had flowers. And sunshine.
You know I love poppies ... And sunshine.
So ... You see the results. A pink poppy with a tan background, and that same
poppy with a new black background. A "fake" black background. A man-made, fake background, in this case.
I made it.
You know ... Magic.
The first image (top), is what it "looked" like in real life.
Reality. Pink and tan.
But I wanted something
different. I wanted a black background. So I made a black background.
Pink and black (the second image).
like all those "reality" shows on TV, it is not real. There was no black background. It was shot in the yard ... California
dead grass. Tan. Dead, tan, straw (or grass), whatever ...
is California. A very DRY California. The very same California that is now (still) burning ...
In fact, on the drive up past Crystal Lake to get to he monastery, I drove through those very same dry hills
and forests, and saw signs of fires that were fought in the weeks prior to me getting there.
That is what my brother did for three months ... Cut and cleared away brush on the 300 something acres the church
owns ... Up on those very dry, very hot, hills.
back to the image(s) ...
I photographed the poppy.
Nice. Pink and tan. Not bad.
But you know me ... I wanted
that black background I have grown to love ...
shade. And I needed it where I wanted it. Not over there ... Or there.
No, I need it right THERE. Period.
My studio. My background.
The poppy's background to be
There. And only there.
had my tripod.
I had my self timer.
I knew I could make a shadow.
It hit me ...
I could put my shadow right over there and take the picture ... All at the same time.
I set the camera up and got an
image. A nice image.
Well, yeah, you see the first image.
Reality. What was in front of me. Pink and tan. The "regular" picture ...
I thought for a second ... Well, you
know, less than a second really ... Not to brag or anything, but I have been doing this whole photography thing for a long
time now ...
I had my exposure set for the poppy ...
My tripod locked down ... The exposure locked in.
That exposure is based on there being light
on the subject (poppy) AND background (dead, tan grass/straw).
VERY different than sun on the flower AND a black background (no sun/shade).
So ... Maybe it was longer than a second ...
did what I always do.
I knew the camera would see all that BLACK and want to lighten it -- make it
And when it did that, it would take my pretty pink poppy and make it a REALLY light pink little poppy.
Washed out. Blahh ...
It can only do one thing at a time.
Pretty pink (sun). Or pretty black (shadow).
I took the first picture and got it all set for full sun ... Yes, I set my COMPENSATION button to, I don't know,
something like minus two.
Until it looked good. You know, to me.
The beauty of digital.
That said, it was bright
... Hard to see that little screen on the back of the camera ...
MINUS some more. NEGATIVE baby, minus something ...
Got it. Whatever.
Then, I looked at my settings, the
numbers -- Aperture and shutter speed. Whatever they were ... It doesn't matter.
And then I took my camera off APERTURE PRIORITY, and set it to MANUAL exposure, and then just set my aperture and
shutter speed to what they were for the first image ... Set for the sun.
Like I said ... Whatever, I can't remember.
EXPOSE FOR THE LIGHT. THE SUN. Not the shadows ... The background.
Then, I set my timer, pushed the button, and jumped over behind the little poppy and placed my shadow right where
I wanted it. Right where I knew it would become the background for my shot.
The one I saw in my head. My "mind's
eye". The one I "pre-visualized".
The one I wanted. NOT the one I was given in front of me.
way it looked. The way it was.
No, I got MY image. The
way I wanted it. The way I knew it would look.
I MADE an image. I didn't just TAKE an image.
yes, I actually did just take an image, but, you know, I worked to get that image. I MADE it.
Oh, and yes ...
I took several (Rule Number
Took a few seconds, but I made sure I got it.
I moved around ... Made my shadow the biggest I could,
held out my hands, ran around ...
Hope nobody actually
saw me doing all this ...
But, I got my image.
And an image of me making my image.
That is the magic.
That is why I do what I do, when I can do it.
New York. Florida. North Carolina.
Or anywhere in between
Magic is magic. It works anywhere.
And not just with poppies ...
Need a shadow? A black background?
Oh, and it is fun ...
This is it. This shows how I actually made my background. My BLACK background.
and my shadow.
In the second (the "real" image),
I was zoomed in on just the poppy. My shadow became the "new" background. I covered up that tan grass with my black
With this bottom image, the "behind the scene" image, I zoomed out to show you what it really looked like, the
"reality" of the scene.
Notice how dark the image is
... NOT reality, just my photo reality. Big difference.
That is the key.
It is not the CORRECT exposure for the scene, the REALITY ...
No, it is only the correct exposure for what I wanted. The poppy.
THE final image. My image. My reality, at that moment, I might add.
I hope this bottom image helps explain the magic that it takes to make images ... To MAKE art.
Like I tell my students ... "Don't let reality stand in the way of your photography".
Take control. Take charge. Take the camera off AUTO ...
a shadow! Or two or three ...
It is that time of year again ...
My last summer vacation.
That's right, next year at this time it will just be "Vacation" period.
that is twelve months away ...
As of now I am spending
a few days getting ready for this summer. School is out but I have a few things to do before heading out on a Road Trip with
Yes, he is my brother, and his name is
Mark, but since he has been in a Russian Orthodox Monastery out in California the past few months, I like the sound of ...
I leave in a few days ...
First things first ...
I am moving out of my classroom of twenty-two years and headed for the other end of Granite Falls
Yeah, I don't do change very
well ... I mean, I'll have to park in another parking spot. Twenty-two years in the same room, same parking spot, same
desk, same chair, same wall map, same EVERYTHING. I mean SAME. I don't change ANYTHING.
What will get me the most are the names on the door frame and around my map. 22 years of kid's name and heights
... 6th grade. 7th grade. 8th grade. Moving up every year ... Some a little bit, most of them by quite a lot. Middle school
Kids. "My" kids ...
I took down the pictures ... Twenty-two years of faces on my filing cabinet. That was tough ...
I'm getting there.
Tougher yet ... My maps. One whole filing cabinet drawer FULL of maps ... States, countries, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC
maps on everything and anything ... Maps.
I kept all
my National Parks maps and found a good home for the hundreds of others -- The art teacher.
I feel better.
a couple of days ... I'm just waiting for the retiring teacher to get finished, and then I'll haul all my crap up there to
replace all her crap ...
Until next year.
Don't get me started ...
This is about Art Wolfe.
I have been home watching his videos ... Again.
TO THE EDGE.
If you haven't heard about them, goggle
it. A television show on photography and travel. Go figure.
your PBS stations, they are still running I believe ... I have the DVDs. Two seasons.
Yes, a few years old now ...
And yes, I've watched
them many times ... Oh wow, it has been a few years. What? Five years? Six? Seven?
I was watching him today and realized just how much I have picked up from him over the years ... His vision. His
Lines. Shapes. Patterns. Colors. Textures. Repetitions.
that this is anything new ... I have been shooting for over 30 years now, and it has always been like this ...
"The role of the artist is to simplify".
"K.I.S.S." (Keep it simple, stupid)
Or, as I
find myself saying in my college classes more and more ...
rid of all the crap".
Not quite as eloquent, but it
gets my point across.
Art Wolf is an artist. As am I.
But no, he really was an artist before becoming a photographer. Went to art school and everything.
His parents were artists ...
Hello? They named him Art, what more
can I say?
He painted. He drew.
My story - and I'm sticking to it - is that I got kicked out of art
class more than anything else.
But I did get a Master's Degree in Art.
I teach art. Have for over twenty years now. Art, not photography.
Art 261. And Art 262.
Color photography I and
II (one and two).
Used to be Black and White, but that
was, like, a long time ago ...
Over 12 years ...
And, as I was watching my DVDs today, I kept looking
over at my computer, and what did I see?
The above image.
Very Art Wolfe.
Color. Lines. Shapes.
it in Egypt eight years ago. Just went back and picked it out a few days ago while going through some images for FLICKR and National
Geographic's YOUR SHOT site.
"It's a gift to be simple" .
While I am out and about this summer, that is what I'll remember ...
From Carl Purcell and his articles in POPULAR PHOTOGRAPHY back in the 1980s when I first got into photography, and
all the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC photographers I have admired for years, to Joe McNally's Blog, books, and videos ... To Bob
Kirst , to Art Wolfe ...
And don't forget my college
students ... Jack Daulton, Denise Clay, and on and on and on ...
Look at art. Yes, photographs, but more, much more ...
Paintings, drawings, movies, sculptures, nature ... And more nature. Architecture. YouTube. Flickr. And every other
website out there ...
Ahhh, this Blog/Website.
child's (parent's) art work from middle school ...
Look at it. Study it. Think about it.
Find what you like about it and then ... What you don't. Think about it. Study it.
Get out there.
Do YOUR thing.
Over and over again ...
Tater Hole Infrared
Here is another one I forgot.
A month or so ago I was a birthday present ...
A young student is the niece of one of my former
college students. Her mother gave her two weekend workshops with me ... She is hoping to take my college class next semester.
The first meeting was a late afternoon
shoot at The Tater Hole in Granite Falls ... A place I know well.
In fact, I was just there today riding my mountain bike and a run through Lakeside Park, or what we at GFMS, call
The Ian Dudley Trail.
Yes, Ian Dudley was a runner for
me at GFMS six or seven (or more) years ago, and introduced me to the woods -and trails - out behind his house.
His dad was our school librarian, and we would run past his house on the way to the woods.
This night I was just throwing everything I could at this young lady just for
From a 10.5mm fish-eye to the big 300mm f2.8 with
the 2x converter, to the infrared camera body.
For this image, I turned the Nikon D-80 infrared
camera to Black and White (because I could) and showed her how strange all this can be, and look ...
Not just Black and White, but glowing Black and White. Plus the curve
of the extreme wide-angle perspective ... Leads to a nice panorama format.
I like it ...
Another tool for visual effects.
if you will.
Get close, fill the frame, and fire away.
I remember shooting this, but like I said, I forgot I kept them ... I usually delete just about everything, if I'm
not shooting on assignment, or on one of my road trips.
Oh, this one looks
I then took it into Photoshop Elements 10 or 11 ... Can't remember
which one I have, and cropped it into a long panorama.
I just wanted to ...
It is what I saw when I saw it.
Again, it is fun to come across these images way after you shoot them ...
Takes you back ...
The Tater Hole, Granite Falls, NC.
I was adding some images to my National Geographic YOUR SHOT page, one last
week before I head out for the summer ... Headed to California (again).
So, I pulled out my Egypt DVDs and started looking through them for something I know I missed all those years ago
... What? I was in Egypt in ... 2006? I will have to check and see ...
A few years ago ... Eight years. I knew
there had to be an image I missed in there somewhere ...
am bad at that. I get back, I go through several hundred (thousand?) images one time and ... That's it. I'm done.
for the next trip ...
I move on.
I stack the DVDs up behind my computer screen so I can't see them ... And ...
The images I do use on my website are saved on CDs and stacked off to the right
of my screen ... Out where I can see them.
Yeah, I have
a few CDs piled up in little colorful paper sleeves ... And some up higher in plastic holders ...
Yeah. It's a mess.
Colorful, but ... Finding images is a trip ... A joke really.
See, I like taking photos. Period.
I'm not a
Photoshop kind of guy. And Lord knows I'm not organized. The same with slides back in the day ... Thousands of images
upstairs in a filing cabinet in no particular order what so ever ... Thousands.
But anywho ... Back to me looking for a "new" old image ...
I went through them, and came across one I didn't use the first time around.
I like it.
Egypt. The Nile River. The boats.
The crew out playing soccer after diner ... The ships were our "hotels" as we cruised the Nile from one place to another ...
Even in summer ...
As only teachers do.
Yeah ... They wait until just before sunset before they get out and do anything
... Smart people. Unlike tourists.
Sort of. Well, no, it really is football. They use their foot to kick a ball
I had my camera ... I ran around the edges, looking, shooting ...
My own game.
Playing with images ... Makes sense.
They knew I took pictures, they knew I wouldn't get in their way, and yes, they forgot about me soon enough.
I had fun.
I like this image for what it is. An image
of people enjoying themselves after a day on the Nile.
here ... People there ... A ball. Great light. Action.
action. An image of a game ... A timeless image of a timeless game.
A moment in time. Along the Nile. Eight
years ago. The Nile. The boats. The light. The people. The action. The joy.
And me ...
Egypt. Along the Nile. Shooting. Being out there, among them ...
True, as I am writing this I am remembering how hot it was ... How sick we all got ... The heat during the day ...
The pills ... The water. Lots of water ...
But the image
also reminds me of just how lucky I was to be there, shooting a pick-up game of soccer in Egypt, along the Nile River, in
the evening light ... Perfect.
Eight years later ...
One new, "old", image that I had forgotten about ...
The Nile River.
And the people who took me there ... Playing soccer.
Eight years ago.
Memorial Day Indeed
I spent Memorial Day Weekend up in the woods. In my element.
No, really, in my Element ...
My Honda Element. My 2010 silver Honda Element. The one I did not trade in for a newer one because ... Yeah, there
was no newer one to buy!
Just like that ... No more Honda Elements. Period.
I should have seen it coming ...
This is my
third one: Blue and Gray 2004 (Yeah, I know ... Blue and Gray - I'm from New York living in North Carolina, how cool).
Maroon-ish Red 2008. Drove it to Alaska and The Artic Circle - in two countries
- and traded it in early two days after my return! Whew, what a trip. The mud ... And the chipped windshield ...
Silver 2010. From the Northwest tip of Washington State, to Key West, and from
The Gaspe' Peninsula up in Quebec , Canada, to San Diego, California and more ... This one I have kept.
where did I turn over that one extra mile?
Up in the
woods overlooking Collettsville, NC.
"My Camp" if I
ever really did have a camp, which I don't, except for this little turn-off up the Maple Sally Road. You know, In The Woods.
I "camp" there ... Spent the last few nights up there doing absolutely nothing
... Well, except camping. In my Element.
In my Element.
On my futons ... Pillows, sleeping bag, my cooler (for everything except food), my little cooler-like bag thingy my mother
bought me up in Pulaski, NY (where I actually do keep my cans of chicken, fruit, and breakfast bars - You know, my meals).
And Sunny D.
a gallon of water ...
And, yes, my camera gear. Lots
of camera gear. Some of my "new" (used) camera gear that I am "field testing" for my trip out West this summer.
My Nikon D300s with the Kirk L-bracket (sweet), and the 70-200mm f2.8
VR zoom lens(sweeter).
Along with the 300mm f2.8 with
the 2X converter, mounted on the big Gitzo tripod with the Gimbal head ...
Just getting ready ... Checking the maps ... Seeing what I can come up with.
Northwest of Sacramento
on Clear Lake. In the mountains.
In two weeks ...
More miles ...
forward to the next 100,000.
In My Element.
On the road. Again.
Testing 1,2,3,4 ...
This is what happens when you (me) sit around all day in your (mine) Element with camera gear all around you.
Over and over.
images on one frame.
Because I can.
I call it art.
No really ... I was sitting in my Element going over my atlas, or reading
about cameras, or going through my travel magazines (Outdoor Photographer, National Geographic TRAVELER, and Outside),
as well as my trusty Rand McNally Road Atlas (go figure, I finally figured out it is NOT named after one of my favorite
photographers of all time - Joe McNally - Maybe his brother?).
It was raining ...
Well, no, it never really
It was drizzlin' somewhat, and I had the windows
rolled most of the way up (Testin' out my new window rain protector thingys I had installed after being hot last
summer, and the summer before that ... etc ).
had my "new" Nikon D300s with my "new" Nikkor (I love sounding so Nikonish ...) 70-200mm f2.8 VR lens and just had
to try ...
Ten images, one exposure.
I did nothing but
push the buttons and move the camera ... Well, in this case, that is just about everything.
The camera did the rest.
What impressed me was how straight I kept my camera (hand-held) as I worked
my way up (or was it down?) ...
That was weird.
I actually tried to keep it straight the next few times -- Once I saw how good I was at it ...
Nope. Not happening. No-way.
Remember, I can't "see" what I am getting ... I can't see every image.
Until the end.
Wait for it ...
Multiple exposures. It just appears ...
Gotta love sitting around, in your (my) element, just playing (learning), in
the sort-of rainish weather, just thinkin' ... planninin', shootin' ...
Ten shots ... Up and down. Then from left to right ... Then, right to left -- Oh wait, that would be too weird. No
... Right to left (whew...) trying to keep track of the number of shots ...
Yeah, this is the tough stuff ...
6789 ... Was that 9, or 10?
Turn off motor-drive.
what art you (I) can come up with today.
Up in the woods ...
Looking at trees. Seeing something in my mind's eye ...
Nature at its finest. Green art.
Go sit in a car, look out the window, grab your camera ... See what you
can come up with.
Yes, I was parked.
I was driving through the campus of CCC&TI on my way to class.
Rule Number One: LOOK AT THE LIGHT
Perfect. At 5:45pm, the late evening light was shining on the flowers along the road. I knew I would get out there as
soon as possible. I walked into class and told everyone to grab their gear, we are shooting.
Rule Number Two: GET CLOSER
I grabbed my trusty 18-200mm zoom lens and walked outside. I got right up in the gardens and got close ... Maybe eight
Rule Number Three: TAKE LOTS OF PICTURES
In the fifteen minutes we were out front shooting, I took 137 shots.
I was hand holding the camera, I had it set on continuous high (4.5 frames per second), and just fired off five or six
per "shot". Shoot, shoot, shoot.
And, with this perfect light, I was also looking for the perfect shadows. Very important for this type of "look".
The trick is to find a flower in the bright light (the sun) with a shadow in the background (in this case, the college).
Low angle evening light, shadows, and a zoom lens. Perfect.
One other important detail that I can't downplay:
Remember, cameras want everything "middle tone". Medium toned. 18% gray, for all you die-hard black and white
shooters still out there.
I set my compensation -- Remember, I shoot in Aperture Priority 99% of the time -- to minus 1.0 to 1.7 before I even look
through the lens.
I expose for the highlights, and let the shadows go black, where they belong. Where I like them.
Black. Like real black. Blacker black.
Black shadows, white flowers. Perfect.
Like Tiny Dancers up on the stage (I'm singin' the song as I type this). Spot lights. Flowing dresses ... Movement ...
Flow ... Energy ...
Not bad for just outside the door to the classroom. Think about it, they plant these flowers there just for my photography
class to have an excuse to get there.
I love it.
And the light ...
At the time I arrive for class.
I teach math. Well, kind of.
No, I do teach math, but I am not a math teacher. After more than twenty years, I still find it hard to say I'm a math
I was not good at math.
I did not go to college to study math.
Yes, I was FORCED to take a couple of math classes (maybe just one, now that I think about it), but that was only because
I had to.
I teach Special Education math.
I am actually getting pretty good at it because I know what my students are going through. I was not good with numbers.
I got by in high school, even college, but I had to work at it. Get help. Like, actually work at it to pass.
I even remember having to go to summer school in the 4th grade because I wasn't very good with my multiplication facts
I know them now!
I also don't remember ever talking about Scatter Plots back in the day ... No, it must be this new Math they are/were
talking about. New math has been around for years ... This must be newer math.
Well, anyways ...
About this image ...
This is a dogwood tree along side/inside some bamboo that lines my driveway.
I photograph it EVERY Spring. All the time. Every time.
I like the contrast.
White islands in a sea of green.
But I never saw it as a scatter plot until, I don't know, two days ago? I took the images a few weeks ago, but just set
it as my Screen Saver the other night.
I didn't see it when I photographed it (Hello? It's a dogwood tree). I didn't see it for the past twelve years in my driveway.
I didn't see it when I worked on it in Photoshop.
No, it's a dogwood tree and bamboo.
But then I was helping one of my 8th graders the other day in class and she was a wee bit confused on all these little
dots all over the page. I tried to explain all those little dots all over the page, and came away with the idea that if she
could just understand that one was a POSITIVE slope and the other a NEGATIVE slope, that would be a good start.
Yeah, for those of you that understand what I just said, great. The others? Just bear with me ...
Then, the other night, after I had this image as my screen saver, I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and during the
commercials, I noticed the SCATTER PLOT image on my computer.
From a distance, I guess (it is hard to tell just how my brain really works), the white flowers stuck out as dots against
the green background.
It hit me.
A negative slope.
From upper left to lower right.
Just like in the text book.
True, the math book had black dots on white paper, but white dots on green bamboo is just about the same, only different.
I'm a math teacher.
I saw a negative slope on my computer screen.
I saw something from the eyes of a math teacher. A math person. Me.
I mean, me?
I majored in Social Studies in college.
I went to an art school for my M.A. in Photography.
It is the end of the world as we know it.
Scatter -Plot. Who would of thunk it?
Actually seeing an image through the eyes of a math person.
Over thirty years as a photographer. Twenty something years as a (Special Ed.) math teacher ...
That I took. On MY computer.
And I nailed the whole negative thing ...
I love photography.
I love teaching math to kids that don't "see" numbers.
I love the fact that I now know what a scatter-plot actually is.
And, better yet, what one looks like.
On my computer screen.
Go figure ... Photography and math. Art and math. Me and math.
Blowing In The Wind
Have I mentioned I like Bob Dylan? No, I don't think so.
I like what he has to say, and how he says it.
What this has to do with photography? I have no clue. It is just something I thought of as I stated to write about this
Blowing in the wind.
Except they weren't.
No, I lied.
It was just what I felt when I was photographing them. I wanted to show movement in a still photograph when there wasn't
any movement. Nice concept.
Think about it. Movement in a still photograph.
At the college, I refer to it as "The Notion of Motion". True, I probably stole that from someone, but I have
been saying it for so long now I think I came up with it all by myself.
Probably didn't, but that won't stop me from actually taking credit for it. That's what I do as a photography instructor.
Come up with these great one-liners and clever sayings and actually believe I actually came up with them.
Pretty cool actually.
The Notion of Motion.
Thing is, the subject can actually be moving, or not. It makes no difference. Remember, it is just the notion of motion.
Go out and show motion in an image. Of anything. Moving or not moving. Keeping the camera still (tripod helps), or not.
Moving the camera, or not.
Slow shutter speed, or ...
Well, yes, slow shutter speeds help, but ...
If the subject is moving REAL fast (think NASCAR), you can still show a hint of motion with a fast shutter speed. It is
Try different shutter speeds with different moving subjects. Try moving the camera with the subject (panning). Try different
shutter speeds. Different ISOs. Different ... Well, different everything you can think of, and even some you can't (say what?).
Yes, try it. You might like it.
Then call it art.
Just give me all the credit. You know, like I do for all the stuff I steal from others ...
That is a good thing.
I used to own a filter that you could buy to give your image that foggy look ... Diffused Filter I think it was called.
Now I use the free one ... kind of like a free App that you can use at any time.
No, I'm not trying to get you to relax, although that is a good thing as well.
No, breathe on your lens.
That's it. That's the filter.
Pretty simple really. And it is free.
Focus, breathe. Wait for it ...
And yes, you know the game ... Repeat.
Several times. The best thing is that no two images are the same.
Heavy fog effect? Shoot fast.
Light fog? Like I said ... Wait for it ... Look through the viewfinder.
If you like what you see, shoot. If not, wait until you do.
No big secret, no rules, no worries.
Play, play, play.
Any subject. Any lens. Anytime. Anywhere.
One tip ... I didn't need to for this shot, but sometimes (there is always a sometimes ...) your auto-focus might freak
out and search ...
Find your focus. Turn-off the auto focus. Breathe. Shoot.
Filter Tip of the day.
Free at your Non-App Store.
I have photographed at the Broyhill Walking Park in Lenoir for over twenty years. I have photographed flowers, trees,
gazebos, birds, turtles, a wedding, more flowers, and even more flowers, but I have never photographed a moving, stainless
steel sculpture in the park before.
There it was, plain as day, just off the main trail on the way to the gazebo. Say what?
Shiny metal and moves with the wind. Very nice.
Glad I had my college photography class down there for the evening light ...
Something new to play with ...
Like a kid in a candy store, I got carried away in the moment.
It reflects light.
Like every second ...
The clouds, the color, the color of my shirt, the sky, the trees, light, light, light.
I ended up taking 72 images (I just counted ...) in, well, it didn't seem like a LONG time.
I like movement. I like color. I like reflections. I like taking photographs.
I like The Broyhill Walking Park.
Even when they add something new.
Especially when they add something new.
Play. Play. Play.
Find something new to photograph at a place you have photographed over and over again.
Get out there.
And did I mention it moves?
Never the same.
If I didn't, I should have.
If so, pick up a camera and go for a walk.
Pretty simple really.
In fact, I do it all the time, and I'm never Feeling Blue.
I go to take images. To make art. To see. To explore. To look. To relax. To get out there. To take pictures. To see old
things in a new light.
The Loop around Hudson, NC. Yeah, I've been around it a few times ... A lot.
I have never "seen" this image before ...
Funny how that works.
In fact, unless you were out walking during a full moon, late at night, you would never see this shot either.
Or, if you don't like walking around at night during a full moon, you are in luck.
I didn't walk around at night during a full moon to capture this image, no, that would be crazy.
I'm not THAT crazy.
No, more, like 3:30pm on a sunny Sunday ...
Although it is Spring, this one tree near the Elementary School is still bare. That caught my eye. The lines ...
Then, I noticed the late afternoon sun was just about right ...
I walked up, knew what I wanted before I ever brought the camera up to my eye ... I saw the image in my mind's eye.
Backlit tree ... Perfect.
Moonlit night? White balance. Incandescent. Compensation. Minus 2. Perfect.
All this was going through my mind as I walked up to the tree.
Yeah, I've done this before.
But not so much with my Nikon 1 V1.
It does things like the big cameras.
Then, I took the image.
Well, no ... You know me ...
If I would have know, I would have taken one more, you know, just because I could.
No, I drove to Florida.
By "smooth flight", I am referring to the "flight" of my lens while using my new gimbal head on my tripod.
I drove down to Clewiston, Florida with my mother over Easter Break. Yes, things went fairly "smooth" going down, the
roads were good and the weather just about right. Overcast and cool. Perfect.
Spent a few days in Clewiston ... The main reason being to get a vase that locks into the headstone so we could leave
I have been there a couple of times and did not realize that there was a vase installed ... It was just upside down. I
never knew. I called and asked to buy a vase and was told that he would go out and check on the size, etc ... To make sure
he had the right one in stock.
The next day I drove out, and there he was, at the cemetery, with the vase, everything was good to go. What I saw was
the bottom of the vase -- It was up-side down.
Finished. All set.
That was easy.
Went to Wal-Mart, bought some cleaning stuff, and some big, fake sunflowers that I saw when I was there at Christmas.
I like sunflowers.
None to be found. Not the BIG ones anyways. So I bought some small ones. Mixed them up with some other flowers, added
a bit of color (red), and just for the fun of it ... A butterfly.
My mom likes butterflies ("If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies"). Perfect.
Ta-Da. Mission accomplished ...
I took mom to her old place of business ... Lyons Printing. Oh ... That was good. They talked, and talked, and talked
... It has been over twenty years.
And then we looked up another women that my mom worked with ... A 91 year old former book-keeper. She still lives at the
same place. They talked and talked and talked ...
The next day, mom was going out for lunch with her friend ...
I left Clewiston at 5:20am.
About 90 miles away, something like that. I was just down there at Christmas and knew where the osprey nests were ...
I'm out of there.
I was at the empty nest, set up my tripod, and was just waiting ... For about three minutes, when all of a sudden I heard
them coming ... Four osprey came swooping in and all tried to land at the nest at the same time ...
Say what? Four? All flying in at the same time? Four?
I just "locked on" one of the birds and fired away ... Wings were flappin', birds were squawkin', and I was firin' away
... BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM (8 frames per second).
That fast, that quick.
It was over. The birds, all four of them (the two adults and their off-spring, I presume), were gone. Wow.
I was happier than a pig eattin' poop, and it was, like, not even 9am. I was done. Mission accomplished. The drive was
Life is Good.
Now what do I do? How can I top that?
I just sat there going over everything that just happened. I had the images. I just stood there and dared them to return
for Round Two.
I drove off to the next image ...
There are several osprey nests down at Flamingo (the "Southern End" of the Everglades). I knew where they were.
One on top (way up there) of the "communication tower" at the Visitor's Center ... There was a head poking out but ...
Oh, a "new one", one I missed somehow at Christmas -- Or else I forgot (possible). Right next to the marina. Like, twelve
feet, then twenty feet up. Right there.
I saw one, and heard another, like, close by. What?
Got a few images of the one on the branch ... Then, he flew off and another one, that was in the nest, flew off seconds
later ... The one I couldn't see but knew was close.
Their nests are HUGE. And DEEP.
So, got my osprey.
Oh, and my Park Stamp!
Drove back up to Royal Palm. The Anhinga Trail. The one mandatory stop while in The Everglades. The trail around the deepest
holes in the Park.
Gators. And birds. And flowers. And dragonflies. And turtles. And ... This is where the gators are. Like, three feet away.
Next to the walkway. Right there.
Well, except for me being me, and only using one lens ... A game I play.
My 300mm f2.8 (450mm equivalent) WITH my new 2X converter (900mm f4.5 equivalent). Mounted to my gimbal head which is
attached to my Kirk BH-1 ballhead, which is attached to my Gitzo, four section tripod, which is attached (well, might as well
be) to my shoulder.
They were TOO close.
So I shot REAL CLOSE images of alligators. Period. The patterns, the shapes, the texture.
Learn to see with whatever lens you have.
A good exercise for any photographer with any lens.
I shot away.
Now, yes, I cheated, and brought along my little Nikon 1 V1, with the 10mm fixed lens (28mm equivalent)for some "regular"
shots, but for the most part, yeah, I lugged that sucker around that boardwalk, I was going to use it! 900mm lens/tripod
for gators that were just a few feet away. Perfect.
And yes, I did actually get to photograph one that was ... Well, you know, "far away". Got some nice close-up shots. Perfect.
And off I went.
Back to the start. Got my Park Stamp, bought a couple of stickers, and I was off to ...
Another National Park. Another Park Stamp.
The place I failed to make it to over Christmas -- Big Cypress National Preserve, part of The National Park System.
Not THAT far out of the way ...
I had been there years ago, but now that Jennifer gave me that National Park Passport thingy for my birthday LAST year,
I just had to get that stamp!
Off I went.
I knew there would be gators ...
Got some more images ... Always good.
Then, back to Clewiston. The back roads ... Up and over. Through a few small towns, sugar cane fields, farms ... I knew
them from the years visiting my mom since 1974. The Back Roads. Drove my GPS nuts ... It might not have been the "most direct"
route, but it was the way I chose. I looked at the map, and went "my way". No worries.
Long day. Great day.
And, like I mentioned before ... I was happy within five minutes of setting up my tripod. Photography is like that.
Being in the moment. Being there. Being out there, at the right place at the right time.
Why I do what I do when I do it.
Oh, and I had a nice trip with my mother. Lets forget the traffic on our return trip. Not a good thing. EVERYONE returning
from their Easter/Spring Break ... And, everyone from Canada, and the entire northern sector of the United States (THE SNOW
BELT)pulling their winter homes with them, all going north with me, and my mom, and my little Element.
And don't even think of the word TRUCKERS ... Please. Just let me remember the osprey ... And the pelicans ... And the
anhinga ... And the ... Dragonflies ...
And every fast-food restaurant chain on the East Coast ...
I even had mom thinking about walking into Wal-Mart, buying a couple cans of chicken, a few cans of peaches, some V-8
Juice, and just sitting in the Element, and having dinner, you know, like I ALWAYS do ...
But ... No.
I solved the case of the missing flower vase, mom was happy, and I got to use my new lens/tripod set-up on some moving
targets ... That was enough for me.
That, and my mom made it back home without losing her teeth.
That time of year ... Well, close anyways.
So, a new toy.
I have wanted one of these for, well, for awhile.
A Gimbal head.
Once I got the big Gitzo tripod, and the large Kirk BH-1 ball head for my 300mm f2.8lens (last year), I just knew I wanted
this little piece of set-up.
I bought the Induro GHBA ... Metal. Well made right here in the USA. Heavy metal for my heavy lens. I like it.
Once attached to the Kirk BH-1 ball head, it pivots, rotates, swivels, whatever ... It takes all the weight off the lens
Makes shooting effortless.
What I am really looking forward is shooting wildlife. Following birds in flight... Smooth.
Oh, and did you notice the Digital Camo covering? The Lens Coat?
That is new as well.
As a Marine, what do you expect?
True, I never wore camo like that, but ... The Times They are a'Changing".
With the 2X converter, the lens becomes a 900mm f4.5 beast that needs the bigger, heftier tripod mount. Like I said, it
is weightless ... And smooth.
I'm headed south to Clewiston, Florida for a few days with my mom. Jane, my younger sister, is buried there, and we are
going down to clean up her tombstone, and leave some big, fake sunflowers! And see if mom remembers what Clewiston looks like
- She has not been down in over twenty years.
It is at the southern tip of Lake Okeechobee and, well ... There is an osprey nest. 'Nuff said.
I will try out the new set-up.
I know, you have read about this before. If you know me, you know I talk about it all the time.
It is a big deal. An important concept. A RULE.
Get Closer. Fill the Frame.
Don't make the viewer guess what you are trying to say with an image, slap them up side the head with it ... Make it very
clear what you want them to see by showing only what you want them to see.
So simple in fact, that I talk about it all the time. Get Closer.
Most beginning photographers don't. That too is pretty simple. And true.
Oh, we can all "get closer" if we have a big zoom lens, or telephoto lens, but most beginning photographers
don't have either.
But most of them do have legs.
Get closer. Move in. See how close you can get to your subject and still get an image.
Every lens has a limit. Every lens.
Find out what it is. How close can you get? Where do you have to be to get the close-up you want?
If you have one lens, this should be very easy to find out. Move in, then move in some more.
If you have more than one lens, find out where you need to be (well, where the lens needs to be) to get the image you
are looking for. Each lens, every lens.
This will save you some time. BAM. I know, that with my small point-n-shoot camera I can actually get inside a flower
and still get focus. With my big 300mm f2.8 with the 2X converter (900mm), well, not so close. What? Two feet?
I know, I just don't really know the exact distance. In fact, I was just outside this morning taking shots of the first
Dogwood blooms in my front yard. I walked up to about, you know, this far, and set up the tripod. Got it. Oops, too close.
Backed up about an inch, maybe two inches.
It is a game of inches.
Take off the 2x converter ... Move again.
Add the 25mm extension tube? Oh, move in closer. A lot closer.
It changes all the time. My 40mm macro? Closer. With the extension tubes? Ha. Like on top of the subject. No, closer than
Know your distance.
People? Forget that whole "Space" thing. Their "personal bubble". Get Closer.
This is how this image came about.
College student. Female college student.
I brought in my 105mm macro so they could see what I was always talking about. Get Closer.
In fact, this was her second semester in my class. That is very important.
Before I handed her my camera/lens macro set-up, I explained that she had to get close. But not that close.
Or in this case, that I had to get close. But not THAT close.
I warned her ... Explained that with the longer 105mm macro lens I didn't need to invade her personal space THAT much.
Maybe a foot? So, I got close. But not too close.
Next week or so (we have Easter Break), I will have to bring in my 40mm macro ... That foot would be closer to six inches.
With my Nikon AW110? Ahh, 1cm. Like, REAL close. Too close.
Rattlesnake? The 105mm. Better yet, the 300mm with the 2X converter ... Give him his space. No worries.
Flowers? I love to get right inside the petals and look around with my little "point-n-create".
Know your equipment.
Know where you have to be to get the shot you want.
True with every lens. Every subject. Any subject.
The right tool for the right job.
Oh, and don't forget (and more important)... Know how to use every tool, for every occasion.
Practice, practice, practice.
Or, as I like to say ..."Play, play, play".
All the time. Even when you are "working".
Leaving His Mark
My brother Mark visited for a week before heading out to California. He has never stayed with me for a week before.
Well, no, He did visit me in Germany when he was 15. He graduated from high school down in Florida and spent, well, it
might have been two weeks ...
Hard to remember. We drove around Europe. I was married back then.
Hard to remember.
I do remember him joining the street artists in Italy, drawing on the streets. One hotel to the next. He was young. Come
to think of it, so was I.
It was fun.
He has lived in Nashville for the past fifteen years or so ...
Not so fun. Kids grow up. His son has grown up. Mark moved to Nashville from Florida, where he grew up. His son has gone
off to college.
Mark has gone to California to get sober.
It is not easy. For anyone.
He stayed with me for one week. We had dinner with my mom on the nights I wasn't at the college.
He walked around Hudson.
He got rid of everything ... His apartment in Nashville. Packed away everything he could at his friend's house (the mother
of his son), and just ... Well, started over.
He is a cook. A chief. He is into food.
He actually used the burners on my stove ... I never have. Not in 12 years.
We are very different.
He left my mom this pepper thing ... He grinds his own pepper. Mom doesn't. I kept it.
I have NEVER poured pepper on anything in my life. True, I have eaten things with pepper, but I have never, ever taken
a pepper shaker and actually poured in on anything I have ever eaten. Period.
Maybe as a kid (no way) ... I can't remember.
I do remember this ... In the past 12 plus years, I have never bought salt or pepper, period. There is none in my apartment.
Oh, wait. That is not true now.
There is Mark's pepper thing ... Pepper grinder. Pepper Mill. Whatever it is called.
It sits on my stove. Next to my ceramic camera thinghy that I found somewhere some time ago.
One Me. One my brother.
Like I said, we are different.
I like it.
And now I have pepper on my black sweater-vest thing I wear at school. Well, I wiped it away the best I could ... I will
have to clean that up real good ...
Yeah. The black background you see in the image. I shot this upstairs in my bedroom, on my dresser. My sweater-vest is
Two flashes, one on each side. My sweater-vest as a backdrop. An envelope box, and a DVD box, to block the light from
actually hitting the black backdrop, and turning it gray.
A mini-studio, if you will.
For a mini-pepper grinder thing.
From my brother. For my brother.
He might actually find a use for it once he gets his life back on track.
Not sure if pepper is the answer, but it might.
Simple tool. Simple light. Simple Art.
The Pepper Grinder ...
Maybe I'll even try some once he gets back to my little apartment ...
Probably not. Let's be honest.
But ... I'll always have this image.
It might look good in his kitchen one day ...
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
One of the students decided to throw a Valentine's Day Party for the class on Thursday night ...
Sounded good to me. Much better idea than what I had planned. Or not planned.
Pizza and cupcakes. Perfect.
First we ate the pizza ...
And no, not in classroom. That is frowned upon. So we went down to the Student Lounge.
What a plan!
The pizza was good. Then we got to work ... On the cupcakes.
But wait! This is a photography class ...
So, before we finished them off, we lined up the cupcakes in order to work on this whole notion of DEPTH OF FIELD that
we talked about on Tuesday night. Line 'em up, focus on one, and play with the depth of field.
Play with your food before you eat it. Sweet.
I love my job.
Really, it did fit right into my plans of showing how this all works ... But cupcakes taste better than the old stand-in
-- Pool balls.
No, we used them to show motion once all the cupcake prompts were finally gone ... That didn't last long.
It also played right into my lesson on ELEMENTS OF DESIGN that we were also working on ... First come the "mechanics"
of photography, than the art. We used the cupcakes to "build our image".
Cupcakes as art ...
Make an image, not just take an image.
Start with an empty canvas ... Then add the subjects, line up and place the subjects just where you want them ...
Eat the subject.
Again,works for me.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY.
FIND YOUR SPOT
I live in Caldwell County, North Carolina. Hudson, to be exact, but that is not how it goes around here. No, county first,
I am not used to that. I didn't grow up here. I'm a Yankee. Pulaski, NY to be exact.
I have NEVER said "I'm from Oswego County". Never.
And to be honest, I believe this is the first time I've ever said/written that I live in Caldwell County.
Going on twenty-three years, but I'm not quite used to it yet.
I moved here because of the Blue Ridge Parkway. Period.
Oh, well ...
And the winters.
Lack of snow.
I came from The Snow Belt of Up-State New York. Feet, not inches. Six months of the year.
I made money as a kid shoveling snow ...
I like the winters here better.
But I also like the Foothills. Caldwell County.
I teach at Granite Falls Middle School. I also teach photography at Caldwell Community College and Technical Institute.
I am a teacher.
I am also a photographer. I have been for over thirty years ...
And it all comes down to this image.
The Tater Hole.
I am also the track and cross-country coach at the middle school. We run down and around the Tater Hole ... Or, what is
now officially called ... What? Lakeside Park?
Yeah, The Tater Hole.
I bring the teams down here every year to eat, what has become, over the past twenty something years, the end-of-the-season
party treat ...
Orange Sherbet and Oreos. A classic.
And yes, you have to crunch them up and mix-'em up real good ...
But I digress ...
This image of "My Foothills" was taken right from the spot where we run to every year ... The Boat Dock.
The sun was setting ... The color was getting nice ...
Walked over to the Element, brought out my trusty old Nikkor 80-400mm VR lens, mounted it to my trusty tripod (and camera,
duh) and ...
Ta-da ... No power-lines.
Sunset. Foothills. Color. Reflections. Light. Dark.
More than just a place to run through the woods, up one hill, down another, a place to run with hundreds of kids over
the years, eat Orange Sherbet and Oreos, take a Polar Plunge or two ... Run into and do jumping jack and push-ups (swimming
is not allowed) with the whole track team ...
My place to take photographs.
And witness sunsets ...
One of my THREE BUTTONS that I write about, talk about, and wear out.
The one I use the most.
It is important.
Our cameras are not perfect.
Lets get that little fact out and in the open real quick. True,