I just got done commenting on someone else’s photo, and the moment I got done I had visions of another viewer telling me I’d gotten the interpretation all wrong, said the wrong thing, etc. And in my mind, I replied that I don’t look at a photograph with a technical eye, but only concentrate on the way it makes me feel.

And that’s all well and good when one is just looking, but if one seeks to make the photo, that’s when it gets tricky. Photography, perhaps more than most other expression, is a combination of art and science; you have to know what you’re trying to convey, and you have to know the settings, lens, angles, etc. which will help you to do so.

It’s that last part I need to work on. I may have some small aspect of “a photographer’s eye”, but if I don’t know how to translate what I see into what you see, then I’ve failed.

Back to entire weekends spent practicing, I guess. Oh, darn.
]]> http://quickchange.wordpress.com/2008/05/20/my-problem/feed/ 0 quickchange http://quickchange.wordpress.com/2008/04/30/determination/ http://quickchange.wordpress.com/2008/04/30/determination/#comments Wed, 30 Apr 2008 20:34:47 +0000 quickchange http://quickchange.wordpress.com/?p=6 ]]> …and quite a bit of Photoshop, as I was just (barely) learning about photography when this opportunity presented itself, and the camera settings were NOT optimal.  But the shot will often appear whether the photographer’s ready or not, so I tooks mah chances.  And she’s still adorable.

I like traveling in spring and summer (for the most part), but every year, fall steals my heart all over again.

1) Nifty: The “Nifty Fifty” lens; a Canon 50mm 1.8 that is just fantabulous for portraits.

2) Spendy: My most expensive lens, a Tamron 28-300mm with vibration compensation. Super-nice, that.

3) Lardass: The newest member of the family, a Sigma 17-35mm that takes a 77mm filter, thank you.

4) Jane. As in “plain”; she is a Sigma 28-70mm replacement kit lens, and my little workhorse. Nothing fancy, but she gets the job done.

Oh, and the camera’s name is Blue, because she produces such lovely shades of it.

I do take donations of various medications. Just drop me a line with the offer, and we’ll work something out.

Somewhere in the Midwest, spring 2008

Statistically speaking, my life is most likely more than half over. It’s a very strange feeling to realize that, when I feel I have so much left to do, so many places and things to see, and so very, very much to learn. We always feel that there’s all this time left, but that’s a dangerous sentiment indeed.