A large post. Possibly my largest post. Certainly my most complex or diverse posting. Therefore, I’ll provide a bit of guidance for you–hopefully it will make things easier for you to understand / navigate.
Four sections: Fireworks, Market, Textures, Walkabout.
“Fireworks” is a “WIP,” or “work in progress.” Each year, I head out to see if I can improve my firework photography. Because the 4th of July only rolls around once a year, I only really can apply the general skills / knowledge acquired over the past year to those challenging conditions.
“Market” is my attempt to respond to my first challenge by a professional photographer to “get out” and about with my camera.
“Textures” is my attempt to respond to my second challenge by the same professional photographer to create unique textures to use when layering photographs.
“Walkabout.” Should be pretty obvious. Some macro, some wildlife photos.
Fireworks. Some of the best fireworks photos I’ve taken.
Market. Target of opportunity. I wish I’d had more time.
Textures. Collected over two days. A decent beginning–I might do more of this.
Walkabout. Trying to get creative during the weekend hiatus.
Working more with this technique because no photo turns out the same time way twice. A friend visited during the weekend and he wanted to see the technique–to see how I created these. After seeing me work, he wanted to help. So these shots contain a slight progression of technique.
Maybe I need to get around to giving these titles.
Don’t ask me. I cannot tell you where this idea came from. I’m not even sure it works. But I will tell you that I’m posting the two photographs together. One on top; the other beneath.
What do you think?
It’s a bit of an experiment. I might do more of this, especially because I can never capture the same assortment twice. Each time I click the shutter, I’ve just taken a photo that can never be reproduced.
So it’s my sister’s birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SISTER!
I cannot really remember doing anything really special for her birthday–far back as I can remember. So today while working on this technique, I decided to make something for her. It took me five photo shoots to get this right–and then I bumped it up a bit via Paint Shop Pro X2.
I sent her the full-resolution TIF of the following file. I think I like it–hope she does, too.
Buried within my archives are a few treasures. I’m surprised that I captured, photographed, or produced an image. But there they sit, forgotten on my hard drive or an earlier post on WordPress–and buried beneath the endless prospect of yesterday’s photographs.
I have favorite photographs. Most of the time, they remain consistent. But frequently I favor and then reconsider as favorites my photographs. While most of us would recognize the sin of claiming a favorite child or a favorite wife, whenever I think of the photographs I’ve taken, a few readily come to mind as my best or my favorite. I will, from time to time, bring them back to the surface in order to discuss them, explain them, or make them more visible for visitors.
The photo below is one of those “favorites.” Admitting this exposes me in several ways (far beyond having a public portfolio). Perhaps I’ve chosen poorly. Perhaps my choice reveals something about me beyond what I intend to share. Perhaps you will simply disagree with me.
I would include this photo in my professional portfolio. I believe that it shows potential and vision. It shows style. And many aspects of the photo are accidental. I’ve posted it in my flickr account, on deviantart, and it even is in my archive here. Why it’s at the top: the setting was decadent. The weather and lighting was spectacular. The model a very happy, positive, and attractive lady. The fountain, an idea, and the model drove the composition. Only afterward, did I really notice the sunglasses, the shirt, and the lighting. And then I see the people in the background. The man with the striped shirt. The water (everywhere–more than I had remembered). And the illusion (still unsure if it worked as well as I wanted).
One thing I’m sure of: I’d take this photo again. And again. And again.