I’ve written a tutorial post on my learning experience with a variable neutral density filter.  (How I learned to stop worrying and get decent images.)  It appears as a “Page” i.e. it’s on a pull down tab amongst those at the top of this page.  Enjoy and benefit.

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In addition to the photographs here in my posts I maintain galleries from sixteen years of shooting digitally.  They are organized by topic and can be seen by clicking here.
 

CONTINUING AROUND CAPE ANN

Earlier this month I posted about a visit to Cape Ann, northeast of Boston.  The post was mostly about the village of Rockport on the coast and its harbor (see the Rockport post).  Well, there’s much more to see and photograph on the Cape, itself, and I offer some examples.

The coast line continues rocky, punctuated by the occasional safe harbor for recreational craft as well as a few commercial fishing boats.  This harbor is called Lanes Cove, and it opens into Ipswich Bay.  Note the granite blocks which form the breakwaters.

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Beaches are rare and seem to be more of a crushed granite (as seen above) than the quartz (silicon dioxide) of our South Jersey shoreline.  The image below is typical of the Cape Ann shoreline.

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But between the rocks here and there are old friends…the Beach Rose or Nantucket Rose or, properly, Rosa Rugosa,  The white variety is not often seen and it was lovely.

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Besides having a rocky shoreline Cape Ann is boats…boats…boats.  Here’s a pair of Gloucester dories that caught my camera’s eye.

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A pleasant drive westward took me to the village of Essex located on the Essex River which runs northeasterly into Essex Bay and thence to Ipswich Bay on the coast.   Essex also makes its living from the sea including boat rides through the marshes of the river.  At Essex there’s a fine Shipbuilding Museum where volunteers rebuild old commercial wooden fishing hulls.  Adjacent is Burnham’s boat building shed, operated by Harold Burnham, the 28th of that family in the craft which has delivered over 4000 vessels since the 1819 founding.

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Here’s a typical scene along the river, a marine railway with an occupant and a couple of squatters.

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On the east side of Gloucester Harbor there is a small, narrow peninsula called Rocky Neck.  Over the years it has become an artists’ colony and an enjoyable place to visit.  Here’s a whimsical window on one of the gallery buildings along Smith Cove which is inside the peninsula.  It’s a creation painted on a piece of plywood screwed on to the siding.  Notice even the reflections in the bottom panes.  The window box is a second piece of painted plywood.

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Here we have an “open-air” gallery on the water’s edge.  Maybe “plein air” paintings are best shown in open air.

This reminded me that a few years ago I proclaimed myself a plein air photographer.  It hasn’t affected my estate.

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Smith Cove is also the home of one of the boats from the National Geographic series, Wicked Tuna.  The series chronicles the adventures of seven boats which seek the Atlantic Bluefin Tuna in North Atlantic Waters.  Here’s one of them, Hard Merchandise, berthed next to a wall of tail fins from her catches.  In her 2014 season she brought in some 3000 pounds of tuna worth about $62,000.  That’s a lot of sushi.

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This schooner also made me think of James Sessions’ watercolors of Gloucester Harbor.  (see my earlier post on Rockport Harbor.)

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Finally, I could not leave without capturing an image of Gloucester’s iconic 1925 memorial to the thousands of fisherman who have lost their lives over the centuries.

I was tempted to skip it because of how often it’s been published but I couldn’t pass it up with the clouds above it.

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A HAPPY ANNOUNCEMENT

I am pleased to report that my galleries on Pbase.com, experienced their six hundred thousandth (600,000) page view sometime in mid-August.  I opened these galleries in 2005 and they have proven to be a great display for my work, enabling me to post far more images that I could ever have done on this blog.  There’s almost no commentary other than some image titles, however, so my blog continues a role of enabling me to tell about some of my images and the related experiences.  There are 359 galleries of which 193 are public;  the rest are private family or institutional galleries.  The public galleries contain over 2100 images.  I’m grateful for all of the views that they have enjoyed.

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ANOTHER JOURNEY TO A DISTANT SHORE – 2015

Friends know that I become a little antsy mid-summer, wanting to get away to another venue.  (Fifty-six images of the Holyoke Avenue jetty are quite enough).  I find these trips to be good for both my sensor and my psyche.  And though I live at the shore for the summer months I’m also drawn to other shores.  Last summer was great on Cape Cod;  this year Cape Ann bubbled up out of my considerations and it, too, was pleasant and productive.  It’s certainly a different kind of shore.

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Cape Ann is located about thirty miles northeast of Boston, and is probably best known for the commercial fishing port, Gloucester, made famous by the book and movie, The Perfect Storm.  My destination, however, was out at the eastern end of the Cape, the less busy village of Rockport, an art colony and a home for lobster fisherman, surrounded on three sides by the Atlantic Ocean, and loaded with charm.  We discovered it a good many years ago when I was stationed in my navy days at Quonset Point, RI, from which we frequently explored New England.

The name is derived from its 19th century granite trade, and the harbors and beaches confirm that stony life.  Beginning in the mid-1800s, however, it morphed into more of an art colony planted amongst large estates and summer homes.  The winding, hilly roads, the New England architecture, the flower gardens and the spectacular views are irresistible.  It is certainly a Norman Rockwell kind of place.  Here is one of the granite sea-walled harbors from which lobster fisherman go forth daily. (Note to colleagues:  this is a five vertical image pano.)

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The harbor is best known, however, for this 1840 fishing shack which came to be known as Motif #1, said to be the most painted building in America. It was considered such an important element for the town’s commerce that when it was blown down in a winter blizzard in 1978 the town rebuilt it as it had been.

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The focal point of tourist activity is a section called Bearskin Neck.  This is a 0.2 mile long peninsula that juts out into the Atlantic from the largely residential area.  It’s lined with art galleries, artist’s studios, gift shops, clothing from T-shirts to up-scale, and eating places including Roy Moore’s lobster store.  Pick one out and they’ll cook it on the spot and you can eat it overlooking the harbor.  Here’s a view early in the morning before the tourists arrived.  Turning left, there is a short walk to the tip on the Atlantic.  There is also a splendid premier restaurant out there, My Place By The Sea, which I’ve enjoyed over the years, and did again while overlooking the harbor and the sea.

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The back street behind the stores to the right includes a row of charming one-time fishermen’s cottages.

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Along the way, one of the more colorful spots is the kayak rental business.  I photographed this scene fifteen years ago and there were two dozen boats there.  I gather that the business has done well.

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 A charming doorway invites us in to the store but, notably, it’s the rear entrance from a back street reserved for residents’ parking.  One sees the flowers everywhere!

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But, it was to the harbor that I returned many times from sunrise to sunset.  This scene is from the T-wharf looking out to the harbor entrance, an area that seems to be reserved for pleasure craft rather than lobstermen.  Here, in the words of Parish Kohanim who spoke to us at the Rehoboth Beach seminar last spring, I sought “to offer an expanded awareness of the beauty in the world around us.”  I tried to do that as well in the images that are shown in the related gallery (see below).

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I recently purchased a Lensbaby Velvet 56 lens.  This is designed to yield soft, ethereal images with only a small center section in somewhat sharper focus.  As I have said elsewhere, we spend shocking sums to acquire high quality sensors and lenses and then we spend more money to soften things just a little bit.

The result, for me, was dramatic.  Again, I thought of another of Kohanim’s admonitions: “Seek to transform the mundane into the extraordinary.”  Here, a lobsterman slowly moves out of the harbor for his day’s work.  Two accompanying seagulls can be faintly seen.  The image is suggestive of watercolorist James Sessions whose work included scenes of nearby Gloucester’s fishermen. We purchased two of his prints in our first year of marriage and one still hangs in my shore house.

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Finally, even the night offers magic.  I was blessed to be visiting  during the recent blue moon.  The first night of it was a washout because of cloud cover.  The second night — my last at Rockport — was a fulfilling event as were all of my harbor visits.

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On one of our visits over the years I was in a funk over career issues.  I fantasized about dropping out and getting a little shop on Bearskin Neck in which I would make and sell driftwood lamps.  Fortunately (I guess) it never happened.  However, it’s never too late.  If you visit Rockport please look me up.  I’ll be wondering up and down the Neck taking souvenir family portraits.

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 There is a gallery of more images of Rockport from this trip.  To visit it, click here.

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MORE FUN IN THE FOG

In a recent post, Ian Plant, mentor-to-many, said this:

“The collision of moisture and light is where photo magic is made.”

It seemed bang-on for another post about fog and surf. The Jersey shore this spring has experienced more fog than usual.  Up around Sea Bright there was seen a stationary fog bank just off shore that looked like an approaching tsunami wave.  A friend from Avalon, further south, told me that they’ve had a foggy spring as well.  Ours continues along Long Beach Island and while it’s pleasant and rather clear two or three blocks from the beach, the morning fog is parked on the beach and eastward.

Here’s a beach rose (Rosa Rugosa) covered with droplets from the morning fog.

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Soon enough the blossoms age and drop their petals.  Sad but …. life.

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The fog enhances some interesting patterns in the snow fencing of a winding path.

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At the water’s edge my focus (no pun intended) was on the use of a Variable Neutral Density filter to smooth out or homogenize the surf.  (You can read about this — or not — by pulling down that tab at the top of the page … Mastering Variable Neutral Density Filters.)  Here’s one result.  Remember, I’ve not only greatly slowed the shutter speed, it was also a misty scene.

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 Or, from the other side of the jetty….

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I’ll be working this pasture again this summer and fall.  A nor’easter’s waves will call me.

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But, with or without the variable filter, fog offers lots of possibilities for interesting images.  Here’s one that especially pleased me.

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Moral:  “Have a nice day.” is not always a good wish for photographers.

THE 9/11 MEMORIAL

I recently visited the 9/11 memorial at the World Trade Center, the sixteen acre Ground Zero site in lower Manhattan.  Words and pictures cannot convey its enormity.

I am in awe of the horror which was inflicted.  The newly opened museum creates a sobering, sad feeling of the reality.  It is darkened, suggesting the darkness of the unspeakable event and its effect on people’s lives.  The remnants are there…the collapsed fire engine, the papers, from important contracts to mundane shopping lists scattered about,  the pieces of building wreckage, the wallets, the melted cell phones.  In the background are heart wrenching recordings of calls to 911 and to loved ones.  “The building has been struck by a plane but they tell us we’re safe.”  “The building’s burning, hon, but they’re going to helicopter us off.”  “I’m going to get out of here but I want you to know how much you and the kids have meant to me and I know I’ll see you again.”

I cannot imagine the horror felt by the office workers and the absolutely brave responders.  What does it take to realize it’s over and to jump from the building, one woman even demurely pressing down her skirts as she lept, a final statement of dignity.

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The museum’s lower level is bounded in part by the so-called slurry wall, a wall of poured concrete which continues to hold against the Hudson River.

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I am equally in awe at what has been created in place of the demolished buildings.  The footprints of the collapsed north and south towers have been filled with dramatic pools whose walls are waterfalls, and which drain into smaller central pools.

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They are surrounded by new construction which also reflects surviving older buildings.

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The pools are bordered with blackened steel trim in which the names of all of the victims have been cut.  It is the custom to place a white rose with the name of any victim on his or her birthday.

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Elsewhere on the grounds are other signs of rebirth.  Here is part of the reconstruction of the Transportation Hub, called the Oculus, and suggestive of wings.

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Beneath the Transportation Hub there is the completed West Concourse whose brilliant whiteness is uplifting.

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There are upscale shops opening along the concourse, and it leads to the reconstructed Wintergarden, beautiful and with a stunning view of the Hudson and the New Jersey shore.

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Finally, there is an awesome symbol of the rebirth of the World Trade Center, the 1776 feet tall One World Trade Center.

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A SPRING FOG

My friend, Fog, showed up again.   I haven’t seen him for about a year and a half.  He’s probably been skulking here and there but not in front of my camera until last Saturday.  That afternoon I drove to the shore for an overnight getaway.  As I left the mainland at Manahawkin  the temperature dropped and the fog appeared.  The Ocean County Sheriff’s office had been warning about this, and they were right.  I dumped Pearl at the house and headed to the beach.  Here was the scene at about 5:30.

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It was still light enough to see what was happening but the approaching mists were clearly on the way.  Just to the left of this walkway leading to the beach I was also welcomed by blooms of bayberry.  I don’t remember seeing this profusion before.  They were enjoying the moisture of the mists.

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As the evening progressed the mists crept further into the town, bringing the usual mystery, silence, and dimmed lights.  There is no motion as though the mist absorbs anything that dares move.  I wonder as I write this about the connection between the words mist and mystery.  It’s there.  Later, the view through one of the windows brings out the same feelings.

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At the docks at the foot of the street the fog had also taken charge.  Nothing moved here either except some shimmer.  Even the in-residence Purple Martins were anxious and just hanging out on their perches.

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The next morning the drive to Fred’s Diner was a matter of cleaving through the fog.  At Fred’s there was breakfast and life.  Friends reappeared,  my last view of them having been on Labor Day.  Materialization from the fog?  No, snap out of it.

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After breakfast, a drive south to the tip of Holgate on the edge of the wildlife refuge.  First sight was this sentinel, also a residue of last year.

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The jetty there was taking a beating.

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Down on the sand, the swells were impressive.

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On the other side of the jetty the dampened swells provided only a modest challenge to this young boy, ready for a day on the beach and the fog be damned..

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Fog is fascinating to me.  For my earlier posts on the subject click on the blue titles below:

Fall Fog at the shore – November 2013

Fog, A Little Before Breakfast – December 2011

Fog Blog, A – Beach and bay scenes – September 2010

Foggy Fall Days at the shore – Ole October – October 2011

Fog Fix, A – July 2011 -Beach and bay scenes, Charon fishing, Pearl Street pavilion, Sandberg’s “Fog”.

Fog, Fall at the Shore – November 2013

Foggy Farewell, A farewell to Charleston Moor – November 2011

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WHERE MY CAMERA TAKES ME – II

It would be a cliche to refer to my camera as my flying carpet so pay no attention to this sentence.  My camera, however, does, indeed, travel with me, and I gather scenes along the way.  Typically there aren’t enough to justify a post so once in a while I thumb through that hamper and find some scenes to speak with you about.

A few weeks ago we drove down to Winterthur, always a pleasant trip.  We were early or the March bank was late so most of the daffodils and blue scilla were just watching the weather channel and waiting.  The hillsides, nevertheless, were handsome and there were lots of flowers here and there including crocuses such as these.

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I liked the image but it wasn’t a great scene so I “enhanced” it with Topaz’s Impression software filter.  I like it better, now.

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I also liked this Winterthur scene below.  Some of the blue scilla can be seen but mostly snow drops (Galanthus).  What struck me, however, were the tall trees against the dark sky, with last year’s leaves still in place, lit by cross-lighting which is always a more dramatic light (thanks to Kurt Budliger for teaching me that a couple years ago).

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We’ve also been to the beach a couple of times, in fact to a couple of beaches.  I wanted to revisit the Foxes of Island Beach (a good name for a novel?).  My colleagues and friends have enjoyed many excellent captures there this winter and I had meant to get down before the snow melted but life got in the way.  Anyway, a nice visit and here’s one of the results.  I was pleased with this uncropped image taken with my lens at 105mm.

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On yet another day we visited the place where summer lives.  It was a glorious yes-spring-is-coming day.  This scene is from the beach at Holgate.  Please no letters and phone calls about the specular light reflections.  I did use my polarizer but I love this kind of light and I refuse to dampen it all away.  Also, yes, Atlantic City’s casinos should be in the background but it didn’t fit my artistic intent.  Let them get their own photographers.

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Now, what else has happened?  Oh, yeah, spring seems to have arrived here on campus.  I enjoyed this scene this past week as the cherry blossoms emerged.

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Walking on the red trail behind my apartment I found this tree in beautiful bloom.  This was more into the woods and so didn’t have an arboretum name plate.  My best guess is wild cherry but I’m consulting others more knowledgeable.  Regardless of its name it was lovely.

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 Finally for this post, Barbara and I attended a party at Basking Ridge and then elected to drive home through Frenchtown, a pleasant little community on the Delaware River with a bridge over to Pennsylvania.  We’ve enjoyed a visit here before.  One crosses over a small river when entering Frenchtown which continues on to the nearby Delaware.  It takes almost as long to say the name of the river, the Nishisakawick, as it does to drive through town.  It’s a quirky little village with some fun shops and good eating places.

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Just down Route 29 from the village center we found an eclectic shop owned by Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love, a search for everything across Italy, India and Indonesia.  My daughter, Sigrid, knew of it and suggested we visit it.  The shop, more a warehouse, is filled with statuary from those countries, numerous other goodies, and a free fresh popcorn.  On the way out I photographed this Dancing Shiva in silhouette, a symbolic end to a lovely weekend.

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FALLING IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN

I was asked to provide a picture for a forthcoming auction party that benefits the Medford Leas Arboretum, and flowers were suggested.  I reviewed my file of flower pictures and came up with a few candidates.  This one seemed right to me for spring color.

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I’ve always been fond of it because of the bunching together of all those colors.  And, it has a history.  On a 2004 waterways cruise of Holland and its bulbs and bulb places we wound up in Amsterdam for a couple of days.  We lunched one day at an outdoor cafe right across the street from the Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam’s principal art museum, which was our post-luncheon destination.

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That bowl of tulips was on a table at our cafe, and its picture came home with me.  Since then I’ve sold a few copies of it and it graces my own walls in (where else) my garden room.  So, now, what to do with it.  I’m still feeling the effects of Karen Messick’s presentation at the Photo Bash a week ago (see the previous post below).  Her subject was impressionism.  I’ve ventured there a few times but it is now to be a more frequent destination.  So, I brought the tulips into Photoshop and fired up Topaz’s filter program, Impression.  After some work and experimenting here is the result which I printed on canvas to enhance the effect:

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With a white frame and a royal blue mat the canvas is beautiful.

Sigh…in love again.  I might have to bid on it myself.

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RENEWAL AT THE BEACH

While I frequently experience emotional renewal when I visit the beach, this post is not about that.  Instead, last Saturday I attended the all day Photo Beach Bash at Rehoboth Beach, DE, sponsored by the Coastal Camera Club of that area, and I came away feeling a renewed sense of excitement about my photography.  The conference was held at a boardwalk hotel so I couldn’t, of course, avoid walking the beach in the morning before the conference began.  It was the aftermath of Friday’s storm system that had brought snow, sleet and rain to the east.  There were lingering winds, and waves smashing the beach.  As you will read below I revisited this scene after the conference.

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The conference featured four noted speakers from the art:  Karen Messick spoke on Impressionism in Photography; Tony Sweet on Compelling Composition; Corey Hilz on Creative Vision; and Parish Kohanim as keynoter. I was mesmerized by Ms. Messick.  Her emphasis was on impressionism and her work was beautiful.  Her theme was that we should work on creating compelling images.  Suggested techniques included people moving in the scene, swipes and pans, multiple image blending, and others. Had she placed only one image on the screen I could have left feeling happy and fulfilled.  It was a photograph of some wildflowers along an Interstate Highway.  The wind, however, was blowing them about and it proved hard to capture a static image.   So, she slowed her shutter speed and let the wind have its way.  Here is the result:

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Ms. Messick was asked about her mentor or other inspiration.  Her first answer is one with which I agreed: Tony Sweet, indeed, the next speaker.  This is my third time hearing Tony Sweet and to look at his work as he discusses it, and it has always been exciting.  Tony is a low-keyed enthusiasm generator whose work and commentary are both wonderful.  A quote: “We are making images, not just taking  them.”  His earlier careers:  a jazz drummer and a professional magician; life’s rhythms and the magic are now in his photographs.  Some key phrases from my notes:  get low for drama, isolate and simplify, create separation to emphasize the primary subject, work your subject, frame within a frame, move around the scene. ______________________________

PARISH KOHANIM

Mr. Kohanim spoke last for the day but had been headlined as the keynoter.  Old fashioned idea;  keynoters are first.  Not this time and it was the right thing to do.  His work and his commentary were inspiring.  I had never heard of him (mutual, I’m sure) but he is a high-end fashion, product, and portrait photographer whose work we’ll see in Vogue and similar upscale magazines.  A typical scene: a beautiful nude is lying supine on a large white sphere.  Another: a Cirque du Soleil acrobat is poised vertically above that sphere (the lady had moved away), supporting himself vertically on his index finger.  (But only briefly.  He was captured with a 1/5000 second strobe as he vaulted across the sphere, touching it briefly in flight.  Kohanim’s presentation included video of this and other setups of his work.)  Another: a beautiful lady in a flowing white gown, standing on the surface of a swimming pool. (Or at least on the surface of a submerged Plexiglas box, the water around her feet stirred up by assistants for the shutter snap.  I must tell you in case you haven’t noticed on this blog:  I don’t shoot much like any of these.  But it was such fun and so impressive to see his creativity at work.

More than that, however, were examples of his philosophy:  As photographers we seek to see the unseen.  We seek to transform the mundane into the extraordinary.  We offer an expanded awareness of the beauty in the world around us.  Forget what everybody else is doing; consistently reinvent yourself; and Be Magnificent Today.  I felt as though I were receiving a half-time pump-up from the coach, and I was ready to go out and win the game.  I could have cheered when he finished.

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POST CONFERENCE

As I sat listening to Messick and Sweet I was thinking that I wished I had heard them before I went on the beach to shoot early Saturday morning.  So, Sunday morning I was back on the beach.  The ocean was rather calm as the storm had moved away Saturday.  Nevertheless I studied the outfall line and tried to think of some different way to capture it.  My final choice was a 1 second exposure at f/8, ISO 400.  Here’s the result: _MG_0570 600

Well, there it is Karen and Tony.  I like it and I’ll try some other things next year.

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Finally, a lot of Karen’s work is of flowers (and it’s a serious understatement to just refer to those images that way).  Anyhow, that moved me to go through the setup process to stage and photograph this abutilon in my sun room jungle.  I made a three shot HDR with my 100mm macro, f/22 and 1±  second, ISO 400, in natural light, and post-processed in CS6.  Looking at it in retrospect I should have used a smaller f stop and thus blurred the background.  Oh well.

On occasion I’ll attach a flower to an email to a friend, kind of a flowers-by-internet thing.  So, this goes to Karen (and Tony and Parish) in thanks for the inspiration.

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THE FLOWER SHOW AND A SNOW DAY IN CONTRAST

I went to the Philadelphia Flower Show on Wednesday because of the snow storm forecast for Thursday. So did everyone else. I experienced crowds that I hadn’t seen there for a few years. My daughter, Sigrid, went on Thursday, and texted me a picture showing the floor almost empty. Oh well, had I gone I’m not sure I would have enjoyed the road struggle getting home from the high speed line.  Also, I got to enjoy (?) today’s snow storm and the contrast between the two days!

Here’s the opening scene that greeted show arrivals and it was pretty punchy.  A nice welcome to the show, it made me think of a flower-bedecked Rose Bowl Parade float.  The show theme was movies with an emphasis on the work of Disney and Pixar Studios, and I think that it was well executed and well carried throughout the show.  Full disclosure:  I’m a movie enthusiast, particularly with the work one sees on Turner Classic Movies.  Nevertheless I was impressed with the creativity shown in the exhibits.

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Conversely, here’s an opening scene for Thursday’s snow storm.  Yes, there’s a difference.

 

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Here was a large screen on which snippets of famous movies played from time to time with an imaginative sculpture of film and camera in front of it.  This scene:  Bogart saying goodbye to Bergman in the closing scenes of Casablanca.  “Here’s looking at you, kid.”  Made in 1942 I wonder how many who saw this could relate.  Not enough flash-bang to appeal to modern audiences.

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The movies theme was repeated in exhibits throughout the show floor.  I don’t know if these chandeliers were intentional but they certainly made me think of 1977’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind.  Not a pleasant thought as I always thought it was veeerry dumb from a science fiction point of view.  Richard Dreyfus shoveling dirt into his house, subconsciously trying to recreate Devils Tower?  Anyway, a space ship arrives there eventually and it was shaped something like this:

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Back to reality the next day, this was the kind of color (?) and drama that we had to deal with.  As I walked along here I kept stepping into troughs of slush,  the residue of yesterday’s temperatures in the 40’s and rain.

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One of the flower show exhibits could only be viewed through eye holes in the walls around the exhibit.  Inside were mystical sculptures illuminated with black light.  Pretty and interesting.

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The next day we also had sculptures, stark, cold, and not nearly as attractive but, perhaps, more dramatic.

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 Back on the show floor, Hollywood, the home of the stars was evoked with this handsome star on one of the commercial booths.  A booth for horticultural wares?  No, sorry, we’re selling being a middleman on your electric bills.  Anyhow, the star was striking and pretty.

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Well, were there any flowers at the flower show?  Of course there were.  Here’s a collection from the entrance exhibit which will also wind up in my place mat series.

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Not to be outdone, our snow day also included some flowers.

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