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I’ve been waiting longer than I wanted to post this one. My blog will be moving to a new location very soon. In fact I transferred the files today but managed to mess up the data base in the process. It isn’t the end of the world though, I’m sure it’ll be sorted out soon enough.
In the meantime, I needed a photo for this weeks P52 theme, Skylines. I figured everyone else in the group would be doing daytime shots, so I elected for an evening shot. For this one, I found a very dark spot on a bridge over the highway with Ottawa in the distance. A few clouds would have been nice but star was a nice compromise.
I anticipated a 30 sec exposure and so went prepared, at least I thought I was. Once I was set up, I realized I’d left my remote cable release at home so longer than 30 seconds was not going to be possible. Instead I increased the ISO and and opened the aperture one stop to bring me closer to where I wanted to be using 30 sec.
I didn’t have a lot of time for this one, and only took two other shots. Something you’ll want to consider if you’re going out on a cold night for a long exposure shot. Remember to keep safe. Bring a flash light, park off the road but leave your flashers on. Dress for the cold (a hat would have been nice tonight) but also pre-visualize the kind of shot you want, including what exposure settings you’ll need. setting those while in the warm car will reduce your time in the cold.
Like many, I’m in at least one photo group. We challenge ourselves each week with a theme meant to inspire and get us out and actually taking pictures. Three of us were out at the end of week searching for a bench, in the process though I was reminded how easy it is to get caught up in the “hunt” and not notice what’s really there.
We made our way to a frozen river next to a park in a residential part of town and as usual each went our separate ways looking for our subject. As it turns out, there was only one, and I had my shot within 5 mins of arriving. Nevertheless, I did spend the next hour trudging through the snow, eyes peeled for distant benches. On the return trip I moved out onto the ice thinking a different perspective would help and it did but not in the way I expected.
The temperature was around -15 C, much colder in the wind, but I was dressed for the occasion. Having given up on benches, I began to look around at the light and new subjects. Turning the corner, I found what I wanted. The kids had already gone home, Mom was just picking up the shovel and heading back home too leaving me with a typical Canadian winter scene, a hockey rink on a river. The sun was dropping fast so I had to act quickly. Things may have been better with people or their tools but the consolation prize wasn’t too shabby either.
The easy thing is to get lost in one idea, our challenge is to keep at least one eye on the watch for the better situations. It’s up to us to make the best of them when they turn up. I’m happy I did.
By the way here’s a tip, to avoid condensation and possible damage to your gear during the winter, keep a large zip lock bag with some absorbent silica gel in your camera bag (those little packets you find in your purchases will work). When you’re done shooting, put your camera in the bag, squeeze out the air and seal it up and leave it that way until you’re inside and your camera has adjusted to the warmer air (at least an hour). The silica will take care of the moisture, and your camera will be dry and free from condensation. Oh and you might also want to keep the camera out of the wind when walking; my brother didn’t and ended up freezing his camera bits. He wasn’t happy.
Lately I’ve been thinking about a number of things, I suppose that’s what we do at the start of a new year. I noticed this year, things feel different although I can’t quite put my finger on it, I think it has to do with a coming period of change.
Have you ever had the feeling that you no longer belong in the place you’ve occupied for a long time? Has it ever felt like a once familiar place has moved on in a different direction and your only noticing it now? I have and it’s little disconcerting. This blog is about photography so don’t expect any in depth analysis or explanation on the root cause for the sensation. What I think is worth noting is that when you find yourself in that place, there seems to be only two options. Either adapt and catch up by working harder to get back in sync with the others; or continue on your own path, in which case you best have an exit plan. Time will tell how quickly the transition will take but I’m comforted in knowing I have a plan.
I’ve been in the public service for than 34 years; I’m now at the point where most of the people I worked with are either retired, about to retire or are being promoted. Mostly I’m surrounded by Gen. Xer’s just coming into their own and beginning move things in new directions rather than following the lead of the Baby Boomers. In 2008, I had a glimpse at my own mortality and realized how quickly things can change. I also realized I had to accept certain realities, such as woodworking was not going to be as big a part of my life as I thought. I needed an alternative and decided that photography would be the basis of my next career; and following the advice of a retirement advisor, I started right away to make it a significant part of my life.
I figured there would be three phases to my plan. Discovery, Learning, and Growing. The first part came easy especially with my younger brothers along for the ride. It was focused on gear and software, discovering all the tools, experimenting with styles, and making lots of mistakes. The second year, at least for me, was centered around formal learning with workshops and courses at a local photography school. It was through immersing myself in the craft that I began to let technical decisions become second nature leaving me to explore what I wanted to create and why.
The last phase will last the longest, at least I hope it does. Growing as a photographer includes discovering new aspects of the craft and learning the skills to continue to improve on the results and keeping things fresh. I feel I’m at the beginning of my growth as a photographer. In recent months I have moved beyond the confines of where I live by establishing productive relationships with Ray Ketcham, my mentor on the West Coast of the US, and Sabrina Henry a blogger and photographer friend based in Vancouver. I have a detailed plan for what I want to achieve this year. Some of it I’ve been thinking about for a couple years, other parts are both scary and exciting at the same time. Most of the goals are achievable within the year and achieving them will help move me towards the longer term goals.
And that is really the point of this long post. Our day-jobs pay the bill and hopefully will end at a time when we don’t need to go to an office building every day or convince someone with money or credit burning a hole in their pocket to buy something they don’t really need. That day may come sooner than you expect and those who think ahead and decide what they’ll do next will be better prepared for that day. Those who begin now to work towards that thing, whatever it is, will have less of an adjustment to make. If Photography is your thing, make a plan, set some goals and work towards them. You’ll be surprised how great you feel when you pass those milestones.
So, which option will I choose, catch up or go my own way? I haven’t decided yet but I can see that the time to make a choice is getting short. Maybe I’ll take the fast approaching exit, or maybe I’ll wait and take the next one a little further down the highway. Either way I know I have a plan ready for the next place.
I had an idea recently that I’d start posting iPhone pictures on a mini blog (ken’s other place). These would represent things I see while in transit to work or anywhere else. As its turned out, I’m not taking near as many shots as I thought I would. Why is that you’re wondering.
Accessibility. I have learned that keeping the phone in my pants pocket, especially when wearing a winter coat, makes it difficult to retrieve when I see a moment that I like. Add to that having to remove tight-fitting gloves, and navigate through the steps to get to the camera option. Solution? Keep the phone closer at hand, turn off the pass-code, and either don’t wear gloves or get looser ones.
Sameness. Not surprisingly, after thirty four years of commuting to an office each and every weekday I’ve developed some very well established habits to combat the dreariness. My head is either down as I walk or looking towards the people at the bus stop for signs the bus is approaching. At the stop I watch the traffic, the sky, the newspaper box anything but the people – that way I don’t end up stuck with a “talker” sitting next to me on the bus. During the ride, I’m reading books, email, news articles. Looking out the window seems pointless, not because they are dirty, which they are, but because most of the ride is on a bus-only road with concrete walls on either side. At the transfer points, sometimes one, other days two, I watch for buses and crazies. The latter I avoid if I can. The the former arrives, I have limited time to avoid having to stand for the next leg of the trip. Mostly though, I’m looking at the same scenes in almost the same lighting conditions every day and that hasn’t been too inspiring. Solution? Lift the head, don’t worry about missing the bus or meeting the talkers. Maybe I can change my transfer points or my route from time to time. That would introduce variety.
I suppose I could make other trips too. The point of all this is that for every excuse, there’s probably 2 or more solutions.
Look for more photos soon.
Every November for 9 or more years, our family – grandparents, brothers, nieces and nephews, has gathered in the same spot on St. Joseph Blvd in Orleans, at the same time, 5:30pm to watch the Santa Clause parade of lights. This year the weather was kind to us, so those who came prepared stayed warm for the 2.5 hours it takes for the parade to run its course.
Photographing parades like these calls for preparation, good timing and a bit of luck. The lighting is mixed with street lights, assorted coloured lights on the floats, and truck lights both front and back. Shooting RAW is almost essential if you want to have maximum control over the WB later in LR.
As for lens selection, I went with a short telephoto for maximum flexibility. My ISO was at 800 and my f-stop was as wide as I could get it, around f/4. Then it gets interesting.
As the floats move by, you have to pick the right spot for focus and exposure, I usually went with the middle focus point and took a reading off either a face or a tone that would prevent the highlights from blowing out. Panning is usually needed too but in the picture above it looks like I grabbed the shot during a moment when the float paused. That’s the anticipation bit. You need to be aware not only of what’s coming but also what’s happening in the front as well. This way you can adjust your focal length, and decide on what part of the action you want to capture.
Keep your framing in mind as well. Its true that you can shoot wider and crop out some unnecessary details but try to keep that to a minimum so as not to end up with too much noise in the dark areas. This is part of the preparation. Take the time to examine your location, what will you need to exclude (the bright Tims sign perhaps or the nicely decorated sex shop not far from the church. These are all important decisions.
I enjoyed the night very much. I tried shooting into the floats as they went by. When I had the focus and exposure right, luck gave me a moment when a couple kids were clearly enjoying the ride. The best part is that at the parade, I wouldn’t normally be able to see these moments.
November is over and Santa has arrived at the malls. Hum, have I been good enough this year to get that Wacom tablet?
Seasons change, people change, our needs change.
On November 5th my brother and I headed out at 6:30am. The air was crisp and the skies were clear. Our destination was Blakeney Rapids located just under an hour’s drive west of Ottawa. This trip represented a return to regular weekend outings for Dave after a difficult year for him on a personal level. I’m glad to have him back as frankly morning outings are not quite the same when you go solo. The gap in active photography had an impact for Dave, in a sense he’s relearning stuff he knew quite well in 2010. I’m going to help fill that gap as a mentor of sorts. We’re still working out the details but I’m already discovering the role of a mentor can be beneficial in two ways. One way is for the recipient and you’ll find lots on that subject on the web, the other is for the mentor him/herself – besides the satisfaction of seeing someone grow in confidence and skill but also I think it helps keep the mentor current on the craft and challenged to be innovative with problem solving.
I am close to deciding that it would be a good idea if I had a mentor. The first step, of course, is knowing what my needs and expectations are. I’ve given some thought to that, and doing some research as well. David DuChemin writes about the concept in his book Vision Mongers and his advice has helped me focus on some personal goals.
I have at times thought of my involvement with photography as being like some one who is late to the game. I’m a couple years from retirement and only a few years into learning this craft. I know if I’d kept at photography over the years and learned more about art and business I’d be in a very different place right now and I don’t think I’m that different from a lot of people my age; office workers and family men who find they have more time and disposable cash available to begin pursuing something new – taking and selling quality pictures, perhaps ones that could be considered art. This part of the baby-boom wave has helped grow a new industry of on-line photography lessons, workshops, weekend retreats, books etc all offered by people with varying levels of skill as writers, photographers and teachers. I suspect the quality or those offerings may have inspired a recent post by Ray Ketcham when he wrote about the Myth of the Muse. I believe his message is inspiration grows from work and not from some divine or other mystic intervention. But what about time, and the lack thereof?
How does the middle aged person make up for decades of missed opportunities to learn the arts, to be observant and creative? I can’t accept that it’s too late. Perhaps a mentor can help fill that gap, can help guide me across the river to that distant shore. That’s what I hope to explore next.
The picture at the top was taken at Blakeney Rapids with a Canon Xsi. ISO 100, f/22 and a 13 second exposure with a focal length of 36mm. I used ND filters to achieve a long exposure.
My parents introduced me to photography at the impressionable age of 12 with my first camera and a basic darkroom kit. It became and still is a significant part of my life. Last year I had the chance to share what I’ve learned, and to give back some of the magic that comes with translating how you see the world into something that’s uniquely yours.
Mom has always been a creative person with hobbies ranging from blending coloured pencils to give depth and life to sketches of English country scenes, to decorating cut glass bottles with lead, and gluing dried flowers in tiny arrangements on notepaper, to the more traditional knitting and quilt-making. In recent years, though, I hadn’t heard talk of any new hobbies. When she mentioned last spring that she’d like to get a better camera, the glimmer of an idea formed. I talked with her about camera features and the differences between point and shoot, bridge and SLR cameras and was pleased when she decided to get a very nice bridge camera for their pending trip to NL. Before the trip, she asked if I’d give her a few tips. There was my opening.
Over the following months we talked about taking pictures and digital workflows and post processing. I gave her a couple of essential but not too technical books and was thrilled to learn she was reading them and trying the exercises. I have to admit too that I was surprised to see that not only had she been listening to what I said a week or more earlier, but was actively putting what I said to use. A milestone was reached recently when she told me she was bracketing her shots but didn’t find there was much difference with the results and that she was getting used to using the exposure compensation option. It struck me that she knew more about her camera and exposure than my brothers did at the same point in learning the craft.
We invited her to participate in our weekly photo challenges where we’ve seen her pictures get progressively better. A long forgotten energy was developing with this new creative outlet and I think it’s been fantastic for her. I don’t want to give away her age, but I’ll be 52 this month and I think it’s wonderful that she’s been able to adapt so quickly to digital photography and computers (a Mac of course).
Unbeknownst to her, Saturday past was like a final exam for year one of the course. We headed out to the Mer Bleue (a protected bog near Ottawa) just as the sun was coming up. There I watched a bit then left her to her own devices photographing reflections, landscapes (in tricky lighting mind you) and frost on the plants. Later over tea at Tim Hortons, we talked about compositions and depth of field. When I saw her pictures I could tell she was light years away from where she was last year. My picture above of the boardwalk isn’t as nicely composed as hers. I wrote to her that night to tell her she had passed year one with flying colours and was being promoted to year two where she’ll learn about shooting RAW and hopefully will be introduced to a DSLR.
The message for parents and their children – it’s never too late to learn, nor is it ever too late to give something back. In my case it was simply time, conversation and encouragement. Easy Peasy.
Sunday was overcast, the sky so full more than a few drops spilled over as we drove downtown.
My photo-partner and I were headed to the 2011 edition of Scott Kelby’s World Wide Photo Walk. Not being hard-core photographers, we were feeling more than a little doubtful about the day and wee prepared to leave at any moment. The rain held off, at least until we parked. With 40 mins. before the scheduled start, we decided the only proper thing to do was stop at Bridgehead’s for a coffee and a cookie. We’ll give her 30 mins was the agreement.
Coffee and cookies gone, and there not being a stain of rain on the road, we headed on and met our group just before 3PM. Introductions had just finished when a late arrival bumped my shoulder with a flirty “hi Charlie”. This was Sue whom I quickly learned worked with Dad in St. John’s many years ago. “Wrong Udle, I’m Ken. But I do have Mom with me. Shirley, meet Sue, she knows Dad.”
Leader Henry interrupted the reminiscences with words of safety and a map. Mom and I knew we would not be able to complete the circuit in 2 hours. In fact we had to stop just over an hour in – on account of rain and tired feet.
This was my second WWPW and I have to admit it was more successful for me. We took our time, avoided including the drab sky and looked instead for patterns, reflections and texture.
We’d see Sue from time to time, once when she was balanced precariously on a bench, I stood quietly next to her just in case. Mom was so absorbed in shooting one building that she hardly noticed the street person approach with suggestions on how to enlarge the picture. A quick intervention and deflection and he was on his way.
We didn’t see much of the rest of the group, and that was the case last year too. My suggestion for anyone considering the 2012 edition is to bring a friend and some water. Carry just a camera and one or two lenses. Get lost in the possibilities, but don’t wander too far off the route.
My shots are on Flickr. You can get there with the link on the bottom left.
Time was my brothers and I would spend one morning or evening each week photographing the same place at the same time. The fun was in the banter, the common interests, and yes the sense of competition. The reality was more than the bonding but also the sense of learning together.
I shouldn’t speak fro them but I know I picked up on their different perspectives the exploration of darker tones and the need to slow things down – in process and in exposure times.
Having drifted apart for about a year, last weekend we got together again to explore Dick Bell park just off Carling Avenue in Ottawa.
It was funny though not surprising, how we picked up right where we left off. We arrived just before dawn, got our gear ready and started shooting from the same spot – really though we were getting a sense for the place, possible subjects and the lighting. Eventually we drifted off in our own directions exploring subjects at a slow pace.
No one watches the clock but eventually we all end up in the same place at about the same time an hour to 90 mins later. This time we didn’t discuss our results over a breakfast sandwich and Tea, Perhaps that will come later. The great thing is how we produced three different shots from the one place. Scott chose B&W reflections.
As for me, I’m tending more towards the minimalist side of things. My best shot is at the top of this post. The lesson for groups is to go your own way, explore what appeals to you and in the end everyone wins.