365.270 the mystery (part 1)

Interviews with neighbors and witnesses confirmed that he lived alone and had few visitors, but investigators were puzzled by certain details at the scene.

D7000. Nikkor 50mm 1.8G. HDR composed of 6 bracketed images, using Photoshop Merge to HDR Pro. ISO100, 1/50th – 1/3200th (AP mode), f/1.8, -2EV.

Note: I have an idea for a short story made largely of images, with short snippets of text (like the bit above). I’m not sure how far I’ll take this idea, or how long I’ll take to complete it, but if you’re puzzled by this image, now you have an idea…

the Hot Air Photowalk

Plano, TX held a Hot Air Balloon festival today, and the Dallas Photo Walk MeetUp group was there in force, snapping away left and right, and shooting everything in sight!

(In truth, and in the interest of full disclosure, I only saw one other MeetUper, and we ended up shooting together for awhile—me with my crop sensor, old $35 manual zoom lens, nifty 50, and iPhone; him with his shiny new D4, D800, 24-70 f/2.8, and 70-200 f/2.8 VRII: total cost for mine ~$1500 (including bag and strap); total for his ~$13,300, not including tripod and fancy lens belt system. I wonder if his pictures are 10x better than mine? He’s a fairly friendly fellow, and it was nice to have someone to chat with from time to time.)

I arrived well before sunrise, and set up (read: came to a stop, and turned on the camera…) as close as I could get to where the action looked like it might be at some future point.

Advertisements proclaimed a morning glow beginning about 6:30am, with a take off party at 7, some precision hot air balloon wrangling at 8, then a bunch of randomness (a classic car show, some gymnastics exhibitions, a 5k fun run, and the like) before the balloons returned near sunset for an evening ooo-ahhh type thing.

Well, at 6:15, one balloon was just being set up, and I caught this shot (today’s 365 picture), of the pilot(s) ‘revving the engine’ as it were.

If you follow this blog or my 365 project at all, you’ll recognize that I rarely crop square. But this picture seemed to beg for it.

(Note here the people with cameras clustered around, and shooting up into the balloon.)

It was really too dark to be trying to shoot handheld, so I got a bunch of blurry stuff until the sky began to lighten up. After that, it was a matter of getting the Vivitar focused properly, and in time to capture whatever I wanted to capture. (If I was smart, I would’ve used a higher aperture, but then I would’ve needed a tripod for sure.)

Like any photo enthusiast who tries to internalize various tips and tricks, I try to look behind me, and all around, rather than keep aimed at one target, so that’s maybe why 1) I didn’t bring a tripod; and 2) why I caught the silent silver plane drawing a golden chain:

Back on the ground, more balloons arrived and began to set up.

Volunteers arrived to guard the balloon field (even though it was cordoned off by some plastic flag-streamer things), and a bunch of photographers arrived to get up-close and personal with the balloons. Apparently, one could purchase a special badge that allowed field access if one was truly serious about ones photography.

I guess I’m not that serious.

It’s a good thing, though, because if I had been on the field shooting fire, I likely would’ve missed this early flyer getting a nice view of the sunrise:

Glenn—the fellow MeetUper with teh $15,000 camera set-up—was desperate to get closer to the action, so when one of the volunteers came close enough, I suggested that Glenn ask the volunteer about getting closer. After all, if you’re picture’s not good enough, you’re not close enough, right?

So Glenn asked, and the volunteer said he had no idea.

Glenn asked again, and the volunteer said that he had no idea, and gave a little laugh.

So Glenn asked again, and the volunteer, looking at me, exasperated, said again that he had no earthly idea.

So I asked if the volunteer knew of anyone who might know, or where one might find someone who did know.

The volunteer, regretting having volunteered, again said he didn’t know, and walked away.

By now, the sun was mostly up, and I scored this quick grab of the volunteer (the gentleman) with another volunteer.

Apologies for the blur… I really had some trouble focusing the Vivitar on the fly (see the postscript, below), though sometimes I got pretty lucky:

(I like how on-the-job this balloon-inflating helper appears to be, and also like how nicely the half-inflated balloons are framing her, though I really should’ve tried to clone out that trailer. I bet photoshop could pretty easily remove it, but then this would be a photoshopped image, instead of a slightly tweaked and cropped picture.)

And then they began to fly:

(Note: I in no way endorse ReMax, nor do they sponsor this website in any way. They do, apparently, sponsor some ballooning, and had some involvement with the Plano event, though the actual name of said event was the InTouch Credit Union Plano Balloon Festival.)

But, and of course, as soon as they floated up, they began to drift away:

Now this next shot is way out of focus, and it exhibits some motion blur, and it’s a bit under-exposed, and the white balance is off, but there’s something I really like about it. Something mysterious, or something, maybe.

So have you tired of balloons, yet? Have you tired of my largely mediocre pictures?

If so, you’re in luck, since there are only 2 left, and they’re not balloon-related.

First up, a nice abstraction: not my finest, but still pretty, methinks:

Ever since that farmer’s market photowalk last fall, and that shot I accidentally took that was completely out of focus, I’ve enjoyed making deliberately defocused pictures.

The Vivitar is especially good for this, with its macro mode that gives brilliant bokeh.

At some point, I changed to the 50mm, and started walking around. Actually, I switched to the 50 and started walking about the time they opened up the balloon field to the general public.

There were balloons on the field, still, and I wandered for another hour or so, but didn’t get anything good until I was on my way out and grabbed this shot up through a tree on a meridian. I think it looks incredibly surreal, rather plastic and unreal, and it received no post processing.

I hiked the mile back to the car, and that was the end of the Hot Air photowalk for me!

 

Postscript: important lessons

There are three things we can learn from this picture.

  1. Only you can prevent forest fires.
  2. Don’t be so worried about your gear that you forget to look behind  you. Something fabulous may be going on back there!
  3. It may be time to buck up and buy an autofocus telephoto zoom, maybe.

 

365.269 fascination

Before I get too far into this, let me just say that this is maybe the best picture I’ve made this year. And if it’s not, it’s definitely in the top 5 of all pictures I’ve ever made.

I really like this shot (but I think it needs a better title…).

Anyway.

I went to the Plano Balloon Festival today with the Dallas Photo Walk MeetUp Group. It was a pretty good time, though I did get a bit bothered by officious volunteers.

One nice fellow asked me to move back behind the imaginary fence marked by the Pepe LePew balloon, and then told me that other balloons were trying to land in the part of the field I was in.

I asked him if it was ok if I went to the other side of Pepe because he marked the imaginary fence line, rather than going to the other side of Pepe because balloons were trying to land, since there was narry a balloon in the sky.

As you might imagine, he got a bit huffy and flummoxed.

I’m sorry that I got a BA in Philosophy, and I’m sorry I took all those courses in semantics and hermeneutics, but words do have meanings, and it bugs people to no end when I point this out to them.

Anyway.

I like this how Carravagio-esque this picture looks (to me, at least: does anyone else see it?).

I know I don’t ordinarily crop square (or crop any anything other than original aspect ratio), but there were some distracting headlights on the right side of the original image, and a square seemed the best way to frame this particular subject.

D7000. Vivitar 70-210mm f/3.5 Series 1 (Kiron). ISO800, 1/160th (AP mode), f/3.5, -1EV. Square crop and less than 30 seconds of slider play in Aperture, just to warm things up a tiny bit.

365.268 time it was

time it was and what a time it was it was

I just returned from a funeral for a friend I had purposely not seen in many years.

At the funeral (as at the wake on Wednesday) there were very many other friends, whom I had also not seen in many years, mostly on purpose.

Many of them looked at me as if I didn’t belong there.

Maybe I didn’t.

The ones I chatted with were the ones with whom I shared some rather negative feelings all those years ago—ranging from mild animosity to outright enmity—and the ones who glared at me were the ones I was closest to, the ones I hurt and the ones who hurt me, but also the ones I loved deeply.

It was good that we were all together, again, and in many ways it was as if nothing much had changed, though, of course, many of the roles had reversed, and now there are children and spouses in the mix.

All in all, it was quite surreal.

I would like to share a funny story about my old friend, but the sad truth is that I don’t really have many specific memories at all, and the ones I do have are too long (or too private) to share here.

I remember him always making some effort to include me in things, even if nobody really wanted me around. And the handful of times I saw him over the intervening years, he was always genuinely and thoroughly pleased to see me, quick to point out and laugh at my flaws and failures, and quick to get me laughing with him. He will be missed.

Rest in peace, MCS. The world is a far poorer place without you in it.

D7000. Nikon 75-150mm f/3.5 Zomb-E Series. ISO400, 1/15th (AP mode), f/3.5, -1EV. About 12 minutes of slider play in Aperture.

365.267 ghostly multiselfy

Yesterday, on the way to the wake, I dropped into a JoAnn’s and picked up two yards of black stretch-velvet to serve as a cheap backdrop. FYI: it wasn’t particularly cheap at $14.99/yard, but it makes a better backdrop than the one yard of cheap woven cotton I had before: just look at how black that background is!
Unfortunately, I was still unable to capture the shot I have in my head, or come up with anything worth capturing.

Fortunately, I got this one, which is interesting, sorta, and may serve to spark some ideas. Maybe.

Two things: 1) this is what you get when you let the D7000 focus the 50mm 1.8G in the dark; 2) I finally have a good reason to think about picking up a second flash, since I really need some more light on the right side of the frame, and my windshield reflector really doesn’t cut it.

Good times, mostly.

D7000. Nikkor 50mm 1.8G. ISO100, 4 seconds, f/8. SB-700, with its diffusion panel in place, at 1/16th, bare on a pole at hard camera left, triggered 3 or 4 times via a pair of Cactus v5 triggers. Virtually no post processing.

365.266 a vista I haven’t seen in awhile

I’ve not set foot in a bar in many months.

Don’t worry, I’m not drinking, and I’ll give the cigarettes away before I leave. But this seems like as good a place as any to wait for a wake to begin.

An old friend passed away last Saturday. The world is much poorer for his passing.

iPhone 4. ProCamera. Levels and tone mapping in filterstorm, plus a couple of filters and a square crop in Tiffen PhotoFX.

365.265 plush safe

It’s interesting how words work.

For example: ‘plush, safe’ is a far different sentiment than ‘plush safe.’

I would go into more detail, but I got some sad news today and sorta lost my desire to go into much of a story or analysis here. Apologies.

D7000. Nikkor 50mm f/1.8G. ISO100, 1/30th (AP mode), f/1.8, -1EV. I pushed the white balance a bit warmer (from 50 to 60, whatever that means) and bumped the vibrancy up by .1. Otherwise this is straight out of Aperture’s RAW conversion.