“Terri” pops up in emails from time to time as something addressed to me. I didn’t say anything until this failure to correct resulted in a store not letting me in as the attendant was expecting a woman to be knocking just after closing. My first tactic was going to be end with “Please note I spell my name with a Y” which I was told was tooly. I proposed to add “Innocent mistake” but that is apparently toolier yet. I looked over the email and since she was sending to a list, maybe the sender missed my spelling so I resorted to rhetoric:
“Sandy, thank you for including me in your deliberations about the events at Churchville Nature Center and after looking over the proposal I said to myself “Terry, is this something you want to be involved in?” “of course, Terry”, I replied to myself. “This is something Terry would like”.
I think adding the extra spaces between my given name and surname let it breath a bit, so maybe she picked up on it aromatically.
I had gone more than 10 days without taking any pictures. This morning had a fine fog to it that I thought would look nice over Springfield Lake; the reservoir at the Churchville Nature Center. I struck out and this is the majestic view of the lake I got:
Some may find a certain romance to it, but I don’t. Much more fruitful were the garden shots.
A few of the shots take advantage of the modification to functional depth of field caused by the fog. This is one of them.
This is another, as if Silent Hill took place in an arboretum.
This was done by zooming between 70 and 200mm focal length during a 2 second exposure. The thick depth of field makes it appear less blurry than would have happened otherwise.
I made almost no adjustment to color here. The azaleas were that saturated.
I thought this a good candidate for tonemapping. It took me about six tries to make it look neither flat nor drugged out. I was sure to save that setup this time.
Teejay had a wonderful idea. Let’s take our cameras, and take pictures of nice things. So, he, Sam Lodise and I went to Churchville Nature Center and attacked it with photographic vigor. Teejay, having more latent skill and inclination than either Sam or myself took a number of quality shots. Interestingly, the best photo he took of the day was in my driveway waiting for Sam and I to figure out if we wanted to bring our tripods. Here it is:
I printed it out as an 8.5″ x 11″ and it looks swell. I desaturated the background a little to make Max stand out and punched up the red a bit to compensate for a loss of brilliance on printing.
Teejay also took my favorite shot of the day, catching me in my “aggro-photo” pose that’ll I use as my stock icon for things from now on:
I think it conveys my theory of photography whereas the photographer should have a warcry, mine being “ROTATE, CROP TO WIDESCREEN, PUNCH UP SATURATION.” I was mocked for this tendancy in post processing but the new site banner is a result of this. The picture I’ll giggle at for sometime is this gem:
If you blow it up to full screen, Teejay looks a spot like a Faulknerian Idiot Manchild or saying “my feet hurt” and Sam’s preoccupation with his uber-mega-macro-telephoto-portrait-widescreen-pano-lens. He used it in manual for most of the day resulting in a very nice close up shot of blur. If Sasquatch ever had a photoshoot, that’s what I’d use.
The day also triggered two Moments of Fatness.
The whole album:
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