Super moon and much more to come

We traveled to Bozeman, Montana to celebrate our youngest grand daughter’s first birthday last Friday and Saturday.  This is a BIG story that deserves to be told in a proper way.  Since we spent 12 hours on the road yesterday driving home I have many photos to edit and prepare for sharing.  The birthday story and photos will come soon.

I did not want to lose any more momentum on the “super moon” theme though so I processed a few frames from our experience.  A short story to go along with this photo.

Friday night we were seated at the dining room table in the house we had rented between Bozeman and Belgrade, MT.  We’d had a great family day involving both or our sons, 2 grand daughters who share May 4 as a birthday, one daughter-in-law, my 97 year old Mother and my sister.  The word “wonderful” keeps coming up as the most appropriate adjective for that day.  We were just sitting and talking when Chad pointed out the window and noted that the full moon was outside.  I turned around and jumped up from the table to grab the camera and tripod.  About a half hour later I rejoined the table group. I knew that the super moon was coming but, honestly, family was THE priority… until I saw the moon outside.  Luckily, my family understands me and tolerates my camera habit.  I shot several versions of the moon rising near some trees in the front yard.  Not ideal but better than nothing.

Saturday was the big birthday party at the rental house.  After the crowd thinned down it was back to our family members at the onset of dusk.  I really wanted to get a shot of the true “super moon” with snow capped mountains in the foreground.  Derek and I jumped in the car and headed toward Bozeman and a higher elevation viewing spot in a neighborhood.  We cruised the development looking for the best vantage and ended up back at the main road.  I checked The Photographer’s Ephemeris (TPE) on my phone and found that the moon would rise further down the ridge than what I wanted but I was committed to the spot and didn’t know of another, better place.

As Derek and I settled in to wait for the moon to rise a truck drove past us and turned around, came back and parked by us.  Now it was me, Derek and Chad sitting and waiting for a moon to rise.  Frankly, my evening was complete before the moon showed.  Having the opportunity to be with both of my sons when they were relaxed and able to just sit and talk without any distractions of work or, pardon me, family, was a great moment.  We watched and enjoyed the stares we got from passing motorists who must have thought we had some wildlife sighting or such.  I kept visiting the camera on the other side of the road to check exposure and framing but my heart was with the guys sitting on the tailgate of Chad’s truck.  This is the type of experience that reinforces how fortunate we are.

The guys were torn by being there or back at the house with their grandmother and mother  though.  They took off to return to the house but I hung in there for another 20 minutes until saw the moon rise right where TPE said it would… behind a cloud and way too far away from any suitable composition.  I flamed out on the whole shoot.  Such is life.

Yesterday morning we woke early for the long drive home.  Derek and Gina were traveling in their car and Dianne and I in ours but we had a few minutes over coffee and cereal as the new day began.  Of course the Super Moon was setting in the west over what I think is the Madison Range.  The camera and tripod came back out of the car and I set up on the back porch of the rental house.  My hope was that the moon would set over the snow capped peaks but I shot it for about 30 minutes as it came into the frame with the mountain range.  Of the shots there are two that stand out for me.  Of the two, this is my favorite.  The Super Moon, snow capped mountains and a weekend of totally rewarding family immersion filled me with thoughts and warm feelings as we packed and drove away.

 

Found friendship

Establishing a new friendship is a wonderful thing in anyone’s life, I think.  I marvel at how we connect with people… some stick and some move on. I never really know when a simple bit of conversation and eye contact might turn into a durable friendship.  Our friends Eric and Traci come to mind.  Happenstance brought us together to watch and photograph a sunset over Portland.  Today, we enjoy their friendship and appreciate being a part of their lives on occasion.  Anndee is another one who I met in a lighting class and found a friend who brings new thoughts and experiences to my life. Other friends have come through our work lives… lots of these people, really.  Perhaps it is that we spend more time with people in the work environment and that allows us to build an awareness of their character and qualities. Of course, some of the people one encounters never “stick” as friends.  It’s amazing, really, how we filter our lives.

And then there are the people who not only become friends but who lead us to yet other new friendships.  A cascade of relationships with common friends is really rewarding. We are in the initial stages of what could be one of the most interesting and rewarding new friendships I’ve had in some time. It all starts with our friend Shyamal who Dianne befriended at work and who became a dear friend to both of us.  It is Shyamal who provided the incentive to visit India where we formed friendships with many others, particularly a few who “hosted” us in different parts of India.  One of these people is a remarkable man by the name of Bhaskar Das.  Bhaskar is one of the truly nice people on earth and brings a lot of passion and experience to his friendships.  We are fortunate to call him “friend”.

Our circle of friends centering on Shyamal expanded recently as we worked together to find a way to get him a camera memory card and Dianne some fresh pashminas from India.  The exchange was facilitated by a wonderful young lady named Katy who used to live near Shayamal in Portland and who thinks of him as a brother.  Katy was heading to Nepal to volunteer as a physical therapist and then to vacation in India for a few weeks.  She agreed to shuttle the camera memory card to Shayamal and to bring the pashminas back to us.  Katy entered our lives over tea in SE Portland and we believe she will be one of the people who “stick”.

But it gets better.  Katy was fortunate to have Bhaskar lead her on a trek into the Himalayas from Darjeeling and show her the Neora Valley.  Her sister, April Ruth, joined Katy at the last minute and shared the time with Bhaskar.  We knew that these ladies would love Bhaskar and that proved to be the case. We met April Ruth and Katy for tea on their return to the USA and found that the short visit was not nearly enough.  They accepted an invitation to dinner and we began to plan a menu of Indian food to get us all focused on our common experiences.

Last night Katy and April Ruth showed up with a gift that immediately told me that there is a lot of connection between us that I had not thought could be there.  They brought us an orchid.  Now, visitors bringing us an orchid has history in our house thanks to our friends Deigh and Jon and Barbara.  I absolutely love the delicate features of an orchid.  The new one offers a pastel palette of colors that deepens into saturated colors as you descend into the flower’s interior. The plant is rich with blooms and a few buds to extend the beauty soon. Yes, I took a few photos of the orchid today.  I can hear our friends in Medford laughing… can’t I Jon and Barbara?  I promise to be a bit more restrained with this one though.

So, Katy and April Ruth joined us in a goal of bringing our friend Bhaskar to the USA to teach and learn. We hope to design and build a sponsored program for him to get here and in which he can see parts of the USA, climb a mountain or two and exchange his passion for outdoor adventure as a means to enrich children’s lives and build a durable appreciation for nature and its wonders.

Thanks, Katy and April Ruth.  Your gift will be a centerpiece of our daily lives for a long time. Both the flower and your friendship enrich our lives.

On the river… sort of

Honestly, there are times when I question why I spend so much time centered on photography.  I spend an inordinate amount of time reading about lighting, photo techniques, post processing stuff…. I mean, there’s a lot of other “life” that could be helped out or enriched if I applied my time differently.  But then I bump into words by others that explain it to me in a way that I can appreciate and understand.  Two quotes to illustrate this:

“Another great thing about being a shooter?  You get, occasionally, to meet people who are supremely talented at what they do. It’s enriching, and humbling.”  Joe McNally blog

“If photography is my spiritual practice, then the experience is always more important than the photograph.”  And, “God gave me photography so I could pray through my eyes”, Dewit Jones, Outdoor Photographer, May 2012.

So that’s my frame of mind as I write this blog entry.  It circles back to last week when we had the good fortune to once again photograph Savonn who is a master yoga practitioner and teacher.  She’s also quick with a smile and just fun to be around. The shoot at Sellwood Yoga was a great way to get reconnected and led to a fine meal and visit with Savonn, Brian, Isaak and Bonnie…all some of our favorite people.

The next morning found me wandering along the eastside esplanade in downtown Portland as Dianne got in a long training run.  I was given the gift of time to wander in good weather.  People watching (lots of people).  The river was high.  Lots of memories of my time spent down here when I actually worked for a living. It was just a wonderful time to take in the scenes and appreciate that we have the good fortune to be here and are physically able to get out there.

Recently I brought the two experiences, yoga and the river, together. What a fun way to mix experiences into something that never was.

 

The gift

If you look at the previous post you may find a theme… be it flowers or friends. This post goes to a long-time friend in Walla Walla who years ago gave us some shamrock cuttings. Our shamrock has given us a lot of joy over the years and I thought that maybe we’d run out of luck when the plant just seemed to be waning… lacking spirit and vitality if you will. And then it started to recover. I thought it must be a seasonal thing. Unbeknownst to me Dianne had fertilized the house plants and the shamrock bounced back… vigorously. New leaves and flowers are abundant and the plant just seems to be really enjoying itself.

I had a recent email exchange with friend Deigh about stacking images to create a depth of field in a photo that can not be attained without some magic. Macro shots are noted for their shallow depth of field so it is hard to get a full blossom in focus. I’ve seen a lot of photos posted recently that I really like. They show flowers in full light and with great focus across the blossom which fades into a very blurry background and foreground. I’m just guessing that most of the images were made by stacking a sharp image with another copy that is blurred out and then masking out the flower so it shows as being sharp. However they do it I like the results. I set up my camera today and used the shamrock blossoms to test a composite image creation using layer blending in Photoshop. I’ve had good luck using this routine in the past and will continue to use it in lieu of software that is designed to do just this one thing… blend sharp parts of multiple images to form one image in which the sharpness is extended.

I loaded 13 images into Photoshop on our new PC and waited for the magic to happen. It did. My thanks to Stacia for the gift that keeps on giving. My thanks to Dianne for bringing this beautiful plant back to life so I could play among its blossoms.

Thinking about a friend

Readers of this blog may remember the name “KT”. She is one of our friends who we met originally when she worked as a checker at the local New Seasons market. I gravitated to her line frequently because she always had a smile and was fun to talk to. Next thing I knew she’s taking quilting classes with Dianne, sharing dinner with us and house sitting for us when we disappear. It’s one of those friendships that I attribute to serendipity since I never would have predicted it.

A while back KT moved to Kentucky. Mind you, this was against our wishes and advice but it seems that she really does want to be with her husband and that was where he was relocating. I suppose that having her daughters in the same town was part of her motivation to leave Portland. Go figure.

She gave us a few plants when she left. It’s spring and the daffodil box she gave us is in full bloom on the front porch. As I came in today I saw the box and smiled. The photo below is just my way saying “we miss you KT”. Be well, Friend.

Ballerina – oh my

This is likely to be a fairly long post so please hang in there.  The main story is about two ballerinas, Gavin and Nikki.  The nerdy substory is about the lessons we learned during the process of photographing these two wonderful dancers

We were given the opportunity to photograph Gavin Larsen, Prima Ballerina, at the Oregon Ballet Theater thanks to a friend who is painting her into a series of extraordinary oil paintings.  Gavin is one of these people who exudes kindness and grace.  She gave us a couple of hours of astonishing dance and poses and we did our best to light her and capture the dynamic grace and strength she controls.  We learned a lot.  We learned even more when we sat with Gavin a few months later to share tea and have her critique the entire set of images from the shoot.  Since it was our first time shooting a dancer of any sort our direction to Gavin was a simple “try to center on this spot and keep your face to the main light”.  She’s done this before and knew what we needed even if I didn’t.  It was a wonderful series of moves and poses, all of which looked good to me.  Gavin talked about her position to the camera, the camera position to her and distortions that were created by shooting from too high up.  We learned to understand the pose or move and when the peak occurs. Like I said, we learned a lot.  At the end of the critique session I asked Gavin to please let her students know that we would love the opportunity to implement our new knowledge while photographing them.  We didn’t wait too long before Gavin connected us to a young lady named Nikki.  After a few email exchanges we set a date and time to photograph Nikki. I’m serious when I say that I was very excited about the opportunity.  I love our images of Gavin and had high hopes that I could do Nikki’s talents justice.

We got to OBT after a rehearsal for Giselle, a ballet in which Nikki is performing currently.  She met us in the lobby and we began the set up.  This time I was determined to shoot from waist height, use a different lighting setup and to use a tripod to assure sharpness… or at least help.  We got set up in near record time and Nikki took the stage.  She needed portfolio shots to accompany audition packages she is submitting as she moves toward being a professional ballerina and all her poses for us were static.  The fact that she was not jumping, twirling and moving was a bonus for us and allowed her and Gavin to fine tune her posing as we shot.  Later in this post I’ll share my trials with shooting tethered to a laptop… great idea if I’d not had some technical issues.  More on that in a bit.

Please meet Nikki.  She is, like Gavin, quiet, confident and extremely talented.  We’d shoot and then examine the images to make any adjustments needed to the pose. I’m always amazed at how precise and deliberate a ballerina can be while performing in a position that requires great strength and flexibility.  To say I’m impressed is a huge understatement.  Please click on the images below to see them larger.

I’m thrilled with the images and Nikki has a collection that she is pleased with and can use to support her interviews.  Another great opportunity to provide a photographic product that matters to someone.  I still pinch myself that we got to photograph a talented lady like Nikki and we give her our most sincere thanks and best wishes for a wonderful future.

Now the nerdy, not-for-everyone story behind the images.  If you aren’t into digital cameras and computers and all the issues that they create at the worst possible moments then you can just move along… the rest of this is not for you.

Still here?  Welcome to my nerdy confession and public disclosure.  I’ll start by saying that if the images had not turned out well I’d never bring this up in public.  Since the images are, in my opinion, quite nice, I feel I can talk about the errors I made during the shoot.  It’s how I make sure they are ingrained in my head so I don’t repeat them.  Hopefully they will be of some use to others who may have an opportunity to shoot like we were.

The basic gear was a D700 camera and a 50mm f/1.4 lens tethered to a laptop computer running the beta version of Lightroom 4.  Tethering is possible in LR3 as well but I put LR4 on our new laptop so that was what was in place.  No problems at all making the tether work.  And then I took the first shot… SAY WHAT?  The image appeared on the screen as expected… mostly.  What I saw on the screen was about 60-70% of what I saw in the viewfinder.  My first reaction was that I had LR zoomed in on the image preview. That was not the case.  I began to sweat.  I shot several more images hoping that something magical would happen and all would be well.  It didn’t.  My next instinct was to change the lens so I put on the 70-200 and found that the lens was not the problem.. it just looked bigger. I unplugged the tether to see if that was a problem.  Nope. Dianne always encourages me to be quiet when I have problems while shooting for a client.  That’s darn good advice but I’m lousy at it.  I started to mutter but did not swear.  I called a break and walked to the side of the room to review the menus in the camera to see if I could find something that said “hey, look at this” and provide a cure.  It didn’t happen.  I was beginning to frame a way to tell Nikki how sorry I was but that we’d need to reschedule.  GULP.  That was when Dianne walked up and suggested that I use the backup camera (D200).  Did I ever tell you how smart she is?  Duh… have a backup but don’t think to use it?  Hmmmmm.  Thanks (again) Dianne.

We put the 50 mm lens on the D200, adjusted the settings and took a test shot.  All was well in the world again.  I took a couple more shots just to make sure I had a camera that would work as it should.  I began to calm down and Nikki smiled as we began to seriously take some photos of her.  I thanked her for her patience and she just smiled… “no problem” she says.  Whew.

So then I thought “why don’t we hook the tether to the laptop up to the D200 so we can review the images on a large screen rather than the little LCD on the camera.  Dianne goes to get the cable and hands it to me.  I realize that I need the little pigtail USB cord that is firmly attached to the D700 and enclosed in a bracket that allows the cable to move between the camera and tripod when it is mounted in vertical position.  I can’t get the USB cable out of the bracket without an Allen wrench to loosen the bracket.  The Allen wrench is at home.  I don’t have another mini-USB cable.  So we go back to shooting the old fashioned way but you know what…. we’re making images.  Gavin and Nikki are making adjustments to the poses and I’m content to sit there and take pictures until they are content with what they see on the LCD.  In one hour we are done and head for home.

Once I got home I sat down with the D700 to see if I could resolve the problem somehow.  I put a different memory card in and confirmed that there was still a problem.  The camera was only recording a part of the scene.  Then I realized that I’d been troubled by a small signal prior to the shoot that should have been enough clue to tell me that something was amiss.  I use a 16gb CF card most of the time and I’m used to seeing about 740 images available when the card is formatted and empty.  I was seeing 1300 images available.  I didn’t understand why but did not worry about it.  But the issue was that the camera has a menu setting that comes into play when a lens that is designed to be used on a camera with a crop sensor is in place on the camera.  When that happens the camera wants to adjust the active part of the sensor to record the image the DX lens sees.  I don’t expect you to fully appreciate this but the result was I could get more files on the memory card.. they just wouldn’t be the full image that I was seeing in the viewfinder.  Good grief.  The default setting in the camera is to turn the DX switch “on”.  I turned it back to “off” and a miracle happened.  I took a photo and all was well.  The file counter was back down to about 740. The full image was present.  It took all of 2 minutes to do this.  I sure wish that I’d had the awareness to connect the dots and make the correction while we were with Nikki and Gavin.

So, we have images that I can be proud of.  Nikki has her images and seems happy.  We walked away without sacrificing a session or a relationship.  As Joe McNally says, there is always something that will go wrong while shooting on assignment… it’s how we learn.  Consider me better educated.

Can I get a little support here?

When we first approached the bald eagle my game plan was to get some shots on the card as quickly as I could.  That meant stopping the car before the tree and accepting that we’d be shooting at the shaded side of the bird.  Anyone who has photographed birds knows that time wasted easily translates into watching a bird fly away.  We stopped.

The photo is not the quality of the ones that came after we moved the car to see the sunny side of the bird but I thought it was a bit humorous to see the bird with its tail feathers propped up by the branch.  Maybe that is another characteristic of perching material that they look for as they land.  I know I would.

Hooded Mergansers and Lightroom 4 beta

This is not a great picture but it was nice to actually get some images of hooded mergansers on my hard disk the other day.  I shot this in bright near-noon sun at Ridgefield NWR.  The birds were moving fast and the opening in which they were located was pretty small.  I jumped to the other side of the car and shot as they traveled across the opening.  When I loaded the files into LR3 (my normal practice) I was disappointed to find that the white breast on the male was blown out and that it could not be recovered with the recovery slider.  Bye bye whites!  Drat.

I have downloaded the beta version of LR4 and am running it on a laptop with Windows 7.  In order to upgrade to LR4 once it is available I’m going to have to look at replacing the operating system on my PC – move from XP to Win7 – or move to another machine totally.  Time for a 27″ iMac?  Hmmmm.

Anyway, I brought one image into LR4 to see how it did with the whites.  I’ve heard great things about the LR4 beta and it represents a total redo of the RAW conversion we know now in LR3 or ACR.  With a small decrease in exposure and a small tweak of the Highlights slider, the blownout whites disappeared from the histogram.  Now, the breast of the bird still looks absolutely blown out to me but the histogram says that the whites are now less than 255.  Frankly, I was amazed at how little adjustment it took to recover the bright part of the histogram and look forward to experimenting more with LR4.  I won’t do too much in the beta except play around but it sure looks like a promising upgrade so far.

After the storm

I knew it would be sloppy.  I thought it might be fun.  I set out on a 5 mile hike/jog in Forest Park today as the day grew old and the sun was on the decline.  I really just wanted to get out and move some so I hit a trail that Di and I have walked many times.  Right away I knew that the last storm with snow, rain and high winds had had its way with the landscape.  A large maple spanned the trail about a quarter mile in.  Up and over.  No big deal.  Lots of puddles and mud and slick surface.  I’d walk and then jog for a bit.  I’m not a jogger but it felt like the thing to do.  Tomorrow will tell me if that was a big mistake or not. About 2 miles in I saw a guy standing on the far side of a mud slide that covered the trail.  It was about 30-40 feet wide.  The guy’s Husky dog was trying to figure out how to get across.  The guy, with mud marks up to mid-shin, yells at me “it’s pretty deep”.  The dog is all confused.  While it wasn’t what I’d planned I figured that the last thing I needed was to dive into a flow of mud, twist a knee, ankle, joint or just wallow around helpless.  Age does that to you I guess.  That and a dog that seemed to know a lot more than his owner.  I just turned around and began a slow jog out the way I came.  No loss.  I still got about 3.5 miles and an hour of being “out there”.  I stopped several times on the way out to snap photos with the phone.  Home, safe, new images and a bit of exercise.  Not a bad way to end a Monday.

It was HOWLING…

We had 30 mph wind gusts at our house this morning and I knew it would be screaming in east county.  I found I had some time while waiting for comments to finish a project so I headed to the Gorge.  I have a photo in mind and one of these days I will find the location and light to make it happen.  I hope it doesn’t take as long as the yet-to-be moonrise over Portland from Pittock Mansion.

I went out with no expectations…. just wanted to see if I could find a location that would give me the scene I am looking for.  There are limited opportunities due to my desire to have some specific things in the foreground so my hunt began in Cascade Locks and moved west and toward home.

In general, I want a shot with the river, a set of bald cottonwoods and contrasty darkness behind the trees.  So, I went looking for this without any houses or buildings or infrastructure on the far bank.  Good luck Bruce.

Picture this.  It is blowing a gale as I set up my tripod.  I turn around to get the camera and hear a “clink” as the tripod blew over and the head hit the pavement.  YIKES.  I put the camera on and held the whole thing down as best I could.  Here’s the result.

Did I mention that it was windy?  I’ve seen a number of articles where this effect is purposeful.. photog moving the camera/lens or zooming a bit during the exposure.  Not me, I was trying to hold the thing as steady as I could.  I didn’t want to let go and hear a heavier “clink” as the camera hit the ground.  So, I tried to hunker in behind the guard rail and get low.  No love there.  Oh yeah, it was bitter cold too.  By the time I got convinced that I was not going to win this one I headed for the car.  Picture this if you will.  Front seats of the CR-V folded forward.  Gitzo tripod and camera with 70-200 lens mounted firmly.  Tripod splayed out to rest one leg on the dashboard, one on the floor and the other on the armrest behind me.  Me?  I’m contorted inside the whole thing.  The back passenger window is open and I’m ready to shoot.  Thing is, I want a long exposure to blur the water.  OK, I know that the same time with the wind will blur the trees on the far side.  Then I realize that the car is bouncing around.  Well, at least I was warmer.  I waited for a moment of calm and shot.  What ever.

It is not what I strive for in terms of clarity.  It is not what I want for “the picture” but it was sure fun to tinker around and have a laugh or two at myself as I tried to solve one problem after another.

But the fun wan’t over.  As I headed back to town I pullled in at one more exit to see if I could find the scene I was hunting for.  There was a UPS truck parked there as I pulled in.  I parked and got out to greet the driver who was standing by the guard rail.  He was a bit animated and told me to look at the river.  I did.  Here comes a boat through the whitecaps and it’s throwing a rooster tail.  What?  I grab the camera as the boat screams by us heading upriver.  I get about 5 shots as it passes and then turn to the driver and ask “what the heck was that?”.  Neither of us really know exactly what it was or who owns it.  Strange boat.  My friend Deigh hit it with his comment about the photo… “looks kind of Delorean”.

I kept expecting a gal in a bikini to come outside with a gun and a guy chasing her yelling “Bond, James Bond”