(aka even rank amateurs are sometimes capable of mediocrity)
(or even a broken clock is right twice a day)
It’s my birthday today.
This post is not in celebration of that fact.
Here we have a couple more from my days with the FinePix S7000.
I like the sorta dreamy quality in the one above. And, as you probably know, I’m a sucker for sunlight on metal.
And this one is kinda interesting…
Just a picture, a multiple exposure taken early this morning in the parking garage of the new office with Hipstamatic. I sometimes forget how much fun just playing with the phone can be. Is it just play? Am I just playing into the camera app’s program? Can I do more? Can I subvert the camera’s program somehow, bend it to tell the stories I want to tell, to share whatever it is I’m trying to convey? I’m not sure I can, especially not with the iPhone and a rather popular app, and this isn’t even a proper attempt.* Continue reading “More Play Please”
(aka Looks Familiar)
As part of a hard drive reorganization, I’ve been going through my archives, and… wow… just, wow.
I bought my first digital camera—a Fuji FinePix S7000— in late 2005 if memory serves.
I didn’t like it much… It was noisy at low ISOs, I found it nigh on impossible to control in manual mode, and it was fairly slow.
Of course, at least one of those might have been remedied by, say, reading the manual, but I was 25 or 26 at the time and didn’t much get into manual reading until later.
I knew something about RAW files at the time (if I recall), but I only shot jpegs with it. And I knew enough about manual camera controls and mode dials to move the camera into manual, but not to change the shutter speed or aperture.
I also knew some things about Photoshop—I was in art school at the time, after all—but I processed files from the Fuji in iPhoto only, if you call converting files to black & white but othewise making no adjustments whatsoever processing (I don’t, but I don’t know what else to call it).
Anyway, it’s interesting to look at these again after so long.
I’m tempted to batch-delete virtually all of them. There are some pictures of old friends that I’ll keep around, maybe. But the others are more or less garbage.
This week, I’ll be sharing the best of a bad lot. It’s interesting to look back 10 years later and find that I default to shooting some of the same subjects over and over again… Continue reading “from the Archives: the FinePix S7000 (1)”
Going in early + raindrops + colored lights =
I have a the privilege of a rather flexible schedule at my job. It’s one of the perks my employer offers to keep employees happy and productive, and it costs them virtually nothing in the way of cash or productivity.
And it’s quite the perk: if employees play their cards right, we can generally avoid traffic coming and going, barring other commitments.
Of course, if you’re going to start work at 5:30 or 6, you have to get up pretty early, and most people don’t really have the desire or discipline to wake up on time (or get to bed early enough to get enough sleep to get up on time), and many have obligations that prevent them from going in that early.
But not me: for one, as a Muslim I get up early for the Fajr prayer anyway, and I was always an earlybird (or mostly). And since I don’t have small children that need to be taken to school, or other similar early morning obligations, I’m pretty much free to go in as early as possible.
Since my darling wife and I married and moved into this big house, it’s been easy to get in at the earliest possible second. But starting this week, that has changed: we moved to a new office. It’s much further away, but that’s good: a longer commute will help me clean the work out of my head before I get home, and the home out of my head before I get to work. But it also means that I’ll have to change my start time to a more reasonable—if still early—6am.
As an homage to the old office, and while I’m learning about the new office and finding new things to shoot, enjoy this selection of recent shots demonstrating just how early I go in. Continue reading “I go in early (i)”
