The more time I spend with my camera, the more acutely aware I’ve become to the sense of “the moment.” Today’s moment was a 10 day old black lab puppy being taken out for one of his first walks. I asked if the owner would mind if I took some photos of his puppy and he had no problem. A pair of high school girls stopped to pet the young pup as well and I could feel the energy around this moment in time and space. But my camera and lens were not cooperating today. Only 1 shot is usable but the pose looks like the puppy is being strangled by a group of hands. Everything else was completely out of focus. The lens just seemed to refuse all my best efforts to capture this small window in time.
Then the moment had passed, everyone separated going off in different directions and I tracked back through my photos to see if I managed to get at least one good shot. But it was not to be. Later I tried again with a dog walker who had some very cute dogs all aligned by height. Again, not a single shot in focus.
Those moments used to be the norm. Now I’ve got higher expectations from my camera and myself and it makes those missed moments that much more frustrating. I hope this is not a sign of what’s to come over the next few days…
Tomorrow I am off to the biggest of big cities (at least by US standards) to shoot some more photos for my company. I’ll be back this weekend and hopefully I’ll have some cool shots to share with you all on my return. Till then, I have two shots from today where my equipment was more accomodating.
That’s how many photos I took with the rented lens last week. To be fair, the HDR process require 3 exposures per shot, so cut that number by 3 and you have a more realistic idea of how many seperate shots I took. Tonight I wanted to post a bunch of stuff but I’m feeling a little “meh” about it. I think I’ve been too close to all the work I’ve done for the past couple weeks so everything looks tired to me.
All day Thursday and Friday were spent processing some shots for a large project and when all was said and done, I had about 50 photos of finished quality. That’s only a little more than 3 finished photos an hour!
This is becoming a time consuming hobby.
I got some cool news today. I’ll be headed for NYC later this week to do even more photography for our CT & NY branches of our office. No rest for the wicked.
I also wanted to say thanks to all of you for your great comments and feedback. I’ve gotten a lot of love for the cyclist from Amsterdam photo so you can be sure I’ll be doing some more experimental stuff in the future. Tonight’s post is a simple shot from my night out in Boston. Hope you like it.
The thought fragments of my post last night were a mini outline for this post.
First, riled, which is my favorite term from college that, until yesterday, I had stopped using entirely. We used the term as another way of saying “sucks to be you.” If your date bails on you 10 minutes before your dinner reservation, you’re thoroughly riled. Last night I felt similarly riled.
To explain the hows and whys of my riling last night would be tedious to list and would be even worse to read so I’ll shorten it as much as I can. Nighttime photos require a tripod so the camera doesn’t shake when taking a photo. I own a remote shutter button to minimize contact with the camera once I have it set up, I don’t know where I left it however. My tripod has 4 different knobs to fine tune positioning of the camera that are turned by hand. Then there’s the screw the camera sits on which requires an Allen wrench to tighten. For no reason this screw will loosen and make it easy for the camera to jiggle in it’s mount.
Stay with me. This means that I had to hold the camera in the tripod trying my hardest not to let it jiggle. My father used to joke that I have the hands of a blacksmith (read: shaky; also a great Jenga rile). That thought played on repeat as I was holding my camera last night for 1, 3, 5, and 10 second exposures holding my breath every time about 500 times last night. Try holding your coffee cup for 10 seconds without shaking!
Now the soreness from carrying my crap around for 4 hours last night has added to the soreness from all the shooting I did last week to officially say that every part of me aches. I also learned that holding a tripod, camera and lens from site to site is an exhausting all night static curl. Even my abs hurt and I don’t know why. It was all worth it though because I came home with some great photos to share with you all.
Lots of thoughts tonight, too tired to write. Riled. Hands of a Blacksmith. Stupid Ikea Wrench. Everything hurts… Everything hurts.
I will explain tomorrow. Only 1 photo tonight. 640 left.