snow fun pt. 1

As the title promises. I took close to 1,000 photos the Saturday I was SUPPOSED to be focusing on packing and moving on - that happened Sunday, ha! All Dad had to do to get me up that morning was to say, "Hey, Renae, there's some really cool frost outside, might be good for taking pictures." I don't care if it's 5 a.m. If you tell me there's something cool worth seeing and recording in a picture, I will be there!

I'm still learning how to edit pictures from the new camera; luckily it's not too different than with the old. However I never quite know what Photoshop could really be doing for me, so I feel reluctant to save any changes I make (since of course the new camera is getting more "data" in an image that better editing might be able to bring out. With the old camera, when I tried to push an image's quality in a certain direction, I generally knew that I didn't have a whole lot to work with either way.)

best of first efforts

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I woke up this morning around 7:30, peeked outside the window and was met with a gorgeous orange and pink sunrise. That was it: time for the Olympus' first official outing. I grabbed Mom's boots, Dad's gloves with fingerholes, the necessary coat and hat and ventured out, pajama pants and all. I tried to step in the footholes I'd made a couple days before, attempting to creep into the backyard with the least amount of snow slipping into my boots.

All in all, I'm pleased. Of course by the time I was actually outside, the light had shifted rather dramatically, but that didn't mean the view wasn't worth seeing. I startled two rabbits, who hustled away under a large pile of snow-covered brush. Their frenzied tracks were rather interesting, and I got a few shots of that. Sometimes there's be only a single line of rabbit tracks leading up to the base of a tree, which was rather cute (until I approached the tree later and wondered where the rabbit was possibly hoping to find shelter!).

These (below) are my favorites (click for larger). The first is me turning backwards on the hill facing the suburbs - a good title might be "Lincoln Sleeping." The next two are obviously of the sunset. I think the last one's my favorite.

My dad's subtly trying to encourage me to go backpacking this coming year with he and my sister - this morning showing me a website of the trail they want to go on and the shots a photographer/backpacker managed to get there. Dude, at this point that's only going to depress me. You need pretty solid technical knowledge, I think, to produce outstanding 'backpacking' pictures. Nevertheless the site was lovely. Such a trip might be fun to go on, but I'd probably end up spending a lot of time by myself when my sister and dad leave me to actually hit the trails (and I'm back at the start with my camera :))

Shots:

what i got for christmas

Ahh, I got so many camera-related things for Christmas! This was the main gift, followed by a camera bag, a zoom lens and a memory card. It's been some time now since my little Canon Powershot A530 needed a break.

Good thing it's used to being beat up. Yesterday I took it out while it wasn't drizzling too much and tried to grab some cool ice shots. Everything was cracking around me, including our giant Chinese elm, as if guns were going off. I noticed one big branch fell on the barbed wire this morning.

The ice was gorgeous, but my lens kept fogging up or developing a scrim of ice around the edges. Sometimes the effect was satisfyingly smoky and old-fashioned looking; other times just a pain in the butt. Here's a few shots...

latest

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More and more as I'm taking pictures, I think to myself that I could do this forever. The rush of exploring a scene, every second as fragile as me and the camera I'm holding, is heady and sweet. Light is constantly shifts; with people, the best moments flicker like fireflies before vanishing.

To say that you're "shooting" a picture is entirely accurate. In history class we watched a film in which a common Czechoslovakian woman watches Communist forces riding into her small village to take it over, causing a riot in the streets. She runs into her house and back again with her small, cherished possession, her camera, and steps right into the scene, fearlessly approaches the tanks. She is seemingly mesmerized by it all, oblivious to the explosions and screaming. The sound of the "click" her camera makes is every bit as loud and forceful as the sound of the Communists' guns firing, and increases in intensity as she focuses in on one man riding the tanks, his face filled with anger and hatred. He shouts at her as she approaches him, but the woman is not dissuaded; it only seems to make her bolder. In some sense, how could it not? She had the truth by the teeth in that moment, if only she had courage enough to take the picture.

I don't claim that anything I do is that important, though I do think the scenes I shoot are important. Yesterday was a good friend's wedding, in which I got to be a bridesmaid. The emotions a bride goes through on her wedding day are really like nothing else. This shot stood out to me:



It's blurry but I think that blurriness works. Something about the mirrored image and the vulnerability of the moment, the way she's looking at and touching herself, just sort of gets to me.

Here's another picture that technically could have been better, but to me gets the emotion I felt looking at this image. It's just a statue I found on campus on a particularly blustery day.



The little studs of frost seem to highlight, or illuminate, the quiet suffering sadness in the figure's face, the way he seems to be closing his eyes to the world and hoping to just get through. I would have liked to go back and try the shot again in different light, but shortly thereafter the heavens dumped snow all over us and the time was passed.

I can't always get what I want, but it's so, so much fun to try.

'model' thoughts

It's Wednesday, which means another episode of America's Next Top Model.

My mom can't stand it, and if you think about the content (or lack thereof) in each 45-minute episode... you could really watch the last 5 minutes and not miss a whole lot, unless you're hooked. It is true that the show treats you as if you are 15 years old and need the contestants to RE-EXPLAIN what is already happening, has happened or will happen. If someone is shown as upset or angry or happy, inevitably you switch immediately to a "confessional" of them exclaiming about how upset/angry/happy they are. The actual photo shoots go by in a blur, with fake camera clicks and flashes getting in the way of what you DO see.

But anyway.

I quite like the favorite, Nicole, whose artistic flair and quiet personality reminded me of myself. I kept wondering, though - why would someone as intelligent and downright gifted as she is in other areas (we saw footage of her paintings - WOW) be completely happy with modeling? To me it seemed a downright waste.

Until I read an interview where she outlines exactly what I find compelling about the show in general. I think she's going to be fine.


"I admire the artistry involved in the fashion industry," she said. "From designers to photographers to stylists, the industry is filled with creative, passionate people -- a world I would love to be a part of. Models get to embody an emotion and to use their bodies to convey that feeling for the camera. In doing so, you become a work of art yourself." link to interview


Elsewhere she says she'd like to be an artist/model/writer, and perhaps use modeling to finance a career as an artist. I suppose that's not a terrible day job. (Not that I would know.)

Here's hoping Nicole wins next week, because she deserves it.

the wonder of the face

by Eric Lafforgue, from here

I've been looking through a lot of portraits lately on Flickr, it seems like. So many are filled with meaning, emotion, with stories.


by Andrea Benedetti, from here

This shot of Benedetti's of the two stranded nuns is so heartwarming and hilarious. It's not as if anyone just strolling along could pick up a camera, take a shot and have it be this good. People are as bad as sports - there are dozens of little significant, potential moments, but you have very little time to anticipate and recognize them - and get the shot - when they do come.

It's also a little more personal. Of course - getting in someone's face, as my sister knows I like to do with the camera, is not at all like waiting for the right light to ripple over a rock or for that home run. It's a little embarrassing; you, the camera and your subject all have to get used to each other first, kind of. And that feeling of possibly intruding on someone is why I don't take many people shots.

Nevertheless, here are a few (about 16) that I like of mine (as always, Slide kills the quality to some extent). Be forewarned: some faces you may recognize.

While going through my files, though, I had to wonder: who are these attractive people?


Just thought I'd ask in my circle of acquaintances.

contest results

I entered 7 photos in this contest, and unfortunately didn't place in any category. 500+ photos is a lot to contend with. However a couple friends of mine made it into runners-up or honorable mention spots, like Ian Hoppe, from my family's old church (he got 2nd place in "Other Wildlife"!).

Ah well. Here were my entries, which I still think are pretty swell :) :