It seems I looked long and hard for a worthy single image today. Stained glass, religion, peace be unto you.
It’s not hard to shoot stained glass. Aim and fire away. It would help if I framed without diagonal lines. Or, maybe that was intentional to give the image tension. Ha ha. I doubt I pondered the issue – at all. Vertical. If you would notice, I shoot way fewer vertical compositions in my posts. I shoot few verticals. It is because my laptop has a horizontal screen and vertical pictures leave too much border. Yeah, simple. Um, no. Verticals are proper shots for portrait work and so forth.
Today I was just looking for something worthy to post and comment. A single. It’s hard. There are so many stories in my head. I find blue to be soothing. I need some peace and serenity right about now. After this I am going to hug my cat and then find Colleen. Nary a day goes by that we don’t hug many times over.
Take a picture. Frame it. That is to say have a frame around your subject. Don’t think picture frame. Use something in nature. Trees and branches. It focuses attention on the main subject. It can be contrite or tasteful. It all depends on your technique. Whatever works.
There is lots to criticize. Too centered. Too messy…. It worked for me. I’m good with it as it is.
They are all around us. Hard to get. But easy is you see it. Ya gotta look! And sometimes it’s work. Special? Yes, when they work.
The last morning of the balloon festival they launched in the morning fog. I chased the balloons along the river. There was no set course they were following, mostly letting the gentle breeze carry them along. I stopped and popped thru the trees along the river to capture the reflection. Symmetrical. Symmetry. About near perfect. Probably too perfect. But this is something you cannot stage. You are just there as the opportunity unfolds. Take care and focus.
Washington Dulles airport. It’s around 1AM in the morning. We are landing. It’s a night shot. It would be near impossible to take this image with film. Digital is a challenge. And I daresay most folks don’t bother or try.
Challenge. It’s dark. You need to fool the camera meter. And it has to focus upon something. Yes, there is some skill. Not much. But some. I would like a sharply focused image. I settle. And composition would be more interesting if I could zoom in on something interesting. And then the shutter speed would be too slow and everything would be blurred. Take what you can get. Not too bad. Not too good.
What catches your eye? Wildlife, bugs, birds – all difficult subjects. They are wild and act accordingly. It’s not easy to get close enough for a decent picture. Pose? Ha! I feel lucky to get an image. Sometimes we reach détente. I sidle up. The bug sits. I get a picture. Everyone goes away happy.
Better? Sure. But then you have to be happy you got anything. I would not be hanging out if something big and potentially threatening got up close to me. I was limited by the focus of my camera and the zoom. There is only so close you can get while still getting the camera to focus. Often the subject is too small. Enlargement loses detail. Imperfect or nothing? I’ll take the shot.
Oh boy! Terrible. What I know now…. And digital lets you shoot and shoot… Do over, please! Gee, but I was terrible. Good camera does not a photographer make. Not much else one can say about a bad pic. Mistakes everywhere you look. Potential. And at least there is something. My childhood had precious few shots – almost none. I could do much better now. Really!?
Lighting, composition, focus, pose… you name it. Focus? I had 20/20 vision. Lens? Camera? Photographer? A poor workman blames his tools. If I do it all over again…
Whoa! I did a double take. That’s my kid?! None too handsome! I am embarrassed and ashamed – at myself. What a bad picture! Is it the kid or the photographer? It better be me! Gee! Fat faced and funny looking, could I have done better? I did. And he (no names please) got much better looking. Wow! That was startling to come across. I am still shaken.
Slide film. Poor lighting. Poor composition. I prided myself on knowing how to take a picture. Obviously, I thought too much of my skill. Go home. Try another day. Sorry, this was a bad day.
Speaking of… when I started taking pictures of the flowers in my garden and before I was using a macro lens again… There is a world of detail inside flowers. Aha! Who knew? Yeah yeah, a whole lot of people and scientists know. I’m late to the party as usual. Or, I am newly bowled over by my discovery. Enthusiasm! Wonderful! Ain’t life grand?
Zoom. There is a limitation on how close up you can get with a regular camera. A macro lens will get you in very close. That would be work. My macro lens was very old and creaky. … till I got a new real one. Meanwhile, I was looking inside all the flowers in my garden. I had the sneaking guilt of looking up girls’ skirts. Ah! Nothing so crass. But suddenly I had new interest in flowers other than a riot of pattern. Anatomy! The inside of a flower had so much fascination.
You can get a lot of detail with patience and a point and shoot camera. And there is more to be had by far with a dedicated macro lens. I have evolved. With my trusty macro lens I cruise my garden about twice a day for images worthy to be captured. The same flowers over and over might be boring. However, flowers are changing constantly. And I keep seeking the perfect image. I am still seeking.
Flower pictures, I got a million of ‘em. Well, thousands, at least. Different? Standout?
I’m lazy. It’s way easier to take an image right outta the box (camera) vs manipulation (post processing). I am no fan of work. This is all about fun, eh?
So there are thousands of pictures you will never see. An archivist perhaps might take interest. No doubt no one will likely ever look. I don’t consider myself that interesting. No one else should.
But. It’s been a fun journey. I have enjoyed the challenge of photography. An image. The image. A good image. It’s just fun to get something that makes me smile.
I look for pattern. A line. I look at color. I look at the graphical lines. The light of day changes from bright sun to the glow of sunset. It all factors in. No. I will not sit around and wait. We accept midday sun and do not wait for the sunset. There is that “lazy” factor. No work! This is a hobby. Don’t overthink it!