For St Patricks Day……
Playing with the flashguns again. After last week’s attempt with a dark background thought I’d try against a white one this time.
Used both flashes on around 1/16 power to blow out the reflector, with the glass gaffer taped to a breadboard. I learnt today that wet Gaffa tape isn’t actually that sticky, and it’s a lot harder to blow out the background and keep the glass exposed than I thought it would be in the space I had available (Glass was probably only around 12 inches in front of the background).
Had quite a lot of Tidying up to do on the background.
November – Right. Crappy weather busy at work and aside from the Football I don’t think I’ve taken a photo for fun for months.
Someone on the talkphotography forums had asked a few questions about Kenko Tubes so I dragged mine out of the bag and had a play….
Nothing special but not a bad result for 10 minutes titting about. The one with the flash underneath will be interesting to play with and try to recover some of the stamen detail…..
Unlike the previous post which prompted a plethora of verbose musings I think this image should just be left without comment. It’s all about the light.
OK, so perhaps classics is pushing it a little bit too far, but whilst leaning back in my office chair I saw this pile of books that my eldest son has ‘finished with’. Music in the Meadow is 40 years old (was given to me in 1970), The Pictorial History of Aircraft was bought for me when I was around 9 (according to the inscription my Nana always insisted on writing) and The Ever Changing Woodland was published when there was woodland to change and the countryside wasn’t just a strip of land between motorways. Whilst the annuals in the photo are recent, both The Dandy and The Beano were also regular deliveries from Santa for me and my Father before me when he was a boy.
The image is nothing special, but it made me think about the printed word, the feel of a book, the smell of a book store. None of which a Kindle will ever be able to match. In spite of electronic everything, there’s something about the smell of a well thumbed novel, or the way a glossy page of photos turns that hopefully will continue to live on.