This sunrise shot on the beach along the Southern Bogue Banks of North Carolina is without question the best I have taken here since I first started coming down here ten years ago. Suffice to say, it was a keeper and I went to my usual lengths to make sure I held on to it.
If you’ve ever had a memory card get corrupted, and I have, you quickly learn not to take chances. I learned a long time ago to always format memory cards in the camera I’m going to use. It’s probably overkill, but I even go a bit further. I dedicate memory cards to specific cameras even though all are Nikons. One set lives with the D750, another set with the D800e, and a third with the D7100. If you shoot with more than one brand of camera, and these days it’s not unusual to see a Sony or a Fujifilm in the same bag, do yourself a favor and always reformat the card for the specific camera you are going to use. There is no bigger bummer than to spend an entire day shooting and wind up with a corrupted card and nothing to show for the effort.
……..And there’s nothing much to write home about at ground level, zero in on the big show in the sky! That was the case this past week in the farm fields of Eastern North Carolina. The crops are in the ground but they’re months away from showing their stuff. The soothing green foliage provides a nice foreground base but it doesn’t make for a very interesting picture. I always go to spot metering in situations like this. When this mode is selected, the camera meters a circle 3.5 mm (.14 in.) or approximately 2.5% of the frame with the circle centered on the focus point. This makes it possible to meter off center subjects ensuring that the focal point will be exposed correctly even when the background is much darker or much brighter. The result can be spectacular.
The trick is to remember to re-meter as the sky changes which, of course, it is constantly doing. When the sun enters the equation (when it rises above the horizon) be sure to take your meter point away from it. This will ensure a proper exposure.
You’ll probably need to do a little work in post, particularly if you shoot in RAW as I always do. It allows me to change white balance and other aspects of the data to suit me. As one who always under-exposes, I often have to boost shadows and tweak color curves. Be careful with the clarity button in Camera Raw though. Boosting it too much will result in a halo at the horizon. Sharpen the frame and you’re in business. A final tip. Photoshop (Elements etc..) offers a haze reduction button in the editing mode which often works quite well. It’s worth a try. Like so many things, I find digital DSLR’s and processing software at first to be overly complicated to the point of being obtuse but then spend every day thereafter being amazed at what they can do. Have a good week ahead. See you next time.
With July, we enter what I’ve always called the second phase of Summer; the start of the high heat in North Carolina. Nowhere is that more evident that in the Hydrangea beds. The vivid initial blooms came in late May and early June. I should point out here that in Eastern North Carolina, Summer really begins in early May. It’s when the warmer temperatures set in and the blooms emerge in their deepest hues.
With the coming of July, the blooms begin their color change, going from deep blue in this case to lighter blue.
As July ripens, the blooms slowly turn to a pale blue and light yellow, then slowly begin to dry out.
For cut flower purposes, hydrangea blooms are harvested here during each phase. Many are selected for drying.
It’s the PH of the soil that determines Hydrangea color. Blue requires an acidic soil of 5.5. or lowers. Pink demands neutral to alkaline soil or a PH of 5.5 to 6.5. For Purple blooms, plant in a mix of acidic and alkaline soil of 5.5 and 6.5. If you want more control over the color, plant them in containers.
As for shooting them, I usually use a 60 mm Micro lens. Micro is Nikon speak for Macro. I prefer to shoot in the shade and I seldom use a polarizer because in the shade, glare is seldom a problem. And use a tripod. It’s my experience that floral shots like these seldom score well in the social media whirl of likes and loves and such but the are fun to shoot and who knows, you might even sell one or two. Thanks for the look and the read and have a good week. See you next time.
…….Don’t bother with all those ready-made frames you see in all the stores. They won’t work for you unless you first crop your picture! Read on.
It’s been 42 years since an Eastman Kodak Engineer named Steve Sasson invented the first digital camera; and 18 years since Nikon came out with the first DSLR body designed from scratch by a single manufacturer: the 2.7 megapixel D1. Now digital cameras are everywhere from phones to drones, yet for some reason the people who make all those frames you see at the big drugstores, craft stores, big box stores, etc…have never adopted digital photograph frame sizes. They still base all of their frames on photograph sizes from the film era; 8 X10 or 11X14. Even a lot of the digital photo organizer software out there still offer only the standard analog photo print sizes that were set way back in the days of the Kodak Instamatic. It forces you to crop every digital photo you print so it will fit into those outdated, ready-made frames you find on the store shelves. You’ll have to go online to find photo labs that will print digital sized photographs. Be sure to search for “digital sizes” because they also print the old film sizes.
Once you do that, you’ll have, for example, a 12 X 16 print instead of a cropped 11 X 14 but you’ll have to have it custom framed or frame it yourself because the ready-made frames won’t fit. You’d think, after 18 years of commercial digital photography, the ready-made frame business would have caught on. You’d think!
Thanks for the read, and look. See you next time. Oh, and have a great Holiday Weekend.
My sense is that all living things crave it, the solace of isolation. When I was working, it was often expressed as “Quality Quiet Time;” a chance to escape the spotlight of your own circumstance. Edward Hopper’s “Automat” conveys that message to me as does the scene above. There wasn’t another sea gull within sight when I came upon this guy, soaking up the warmth of the coming dawn, a calm, peaceful moment, alone with himself.
This lady above had given me a slight nod when she walked by with her dog, no doubt a daily ritual. When I framed the shot, my thoughts went to Hopper, Wyeth and Warhol. I grew up in a family of painters. I was told once that people who can’t paint go into photography. I couldn’t so i did. Even so, I think the rub-off has served me well. I was still roaming the beach, no doubt looking for my own solace, when she returned; her Lab glistening from a splash in the ocean. We struck up a conversation. She and her husband had just relocated from up north and were refurbishing a house a few blocks off the beach. It reinforced my belief that people who come to the beach, regardless of their station in life, all have the civility of a small town. I suppose the moral of the morning was, place no trust in appearances. Thanks for the look and have a good week. See you next time.
Dawn was rubbing against the windshield of my ancient RAV 4 as I negotiated a seldom used, overgrown path next to a corn field. A very angry thunderstorm had slowly snailed across the area overnight dumping biblical amounts of rain. I had stopped just short of an almost washed out causeway over a drainage ditch that had not drained. I decided not to chance it. Getting old slowly robs you of your confidence. I grabbed my cameras and legged it the rest of the way. I was sure that just around the corner of the treeline on the left was the goose that laid the golden egg, or, in this case, a golden sunrise amidst a cloudy sky over a large tobacco field. I was not disappointed.
I’ve always dreamed about living within driving distance of Yellowstone or the Grand Tetons, but one plays the cards they are dealt. My hand, such as it is, “ain’t” too bad. The picturesque North Carolina Coast is nearby, but on this particular day, tobacco fields were on the to-do list. I’ve had good luck licensing shots to various tobacco foundations and branding firms over the years, the great majority of which are overseas. Smoking, I suppose, is still very much in vogue there. Mind you, I’m no great fan of tobacco. One of the hardest things I ever did was kick the smoking addiction. My wife grew up on a small tobacco farm and says you would be hard pressed to find a more miserable way to earn a living. Having said that, I submit that tobacco has a certain artistic quality to it. The huge green leaves which slowly morph to a golden brown as the plant ripens along with the pink flowers make for a very pleasing scene.
I donned a long sleeved shirt before venturing down the row. Skin coming in contact with tobacco, particularly when it is wet after rain, is a must to avoid. My wife has many stories about nicotine poisoning when she was a young girl. Those memories led us to get out of the tobacco growing business more than a decade ago when I retired from broadcast news. Our crop this year will be cotton; to my mind, one of the more picturesque of farm crops. There is just something about a field covered in white at sunrise. Stay tuned.
I apologize for being AWOL last week. I suffer from Pudendal Neuralgia. I’ll spare you the details. Suffice to say, there are good days and bad days. Last weekend was not good. As I’ve learned in my old age, learn to enjoy your struggles. As always, thanks for the look and have a good week ahead. See you next time.
Photography is very much an individual piece of business. For many of us who are drawn to it, we each mine our own little niche. For me it is the beach in the off season. The solace of isolation it offers brings me peace that no other place does. When I plan a visit, fortunately a rather short drive for me. I feel the vertigo of anticipation even though I have visited thousands of times over my 72 years.
There are usually a few fellow travelers out and about when I am, all no doubt lured by the perfume of the slightly salty air that shows all who visit the same affection but who, I suspect, are primarily charmed by the solace that allows us to get reacquainted with ourselves. The constant rhythm of the ocean, the soft rush of the wind and, of course, the constantly changing dance of the sky, all combine to reawaken one’s spirits. As we age, I think we tend to start piling more and more of life into a box of sameness. Our senses dull and more of the world becomes mundane, ordinary. It’s a very slippery slope and one which photography helps me avoid. See you next time.