It turns out it’s quite difficult to shoot artwork. There are issues of exposure, and parallax, and even physical danger (standing on the table while coked to the gills on cold medicine).
Uncle Billy was a swell guy. I am truly sorry that he’s gone.
The first time I met Uncle Billy was at Thanksgiving (or maybe Christmas) dinner at my mother-in-law’s house, in Minnesota. He showed up with a hard plastic case, light blue, a little bigger than a large laptop computer.
He opened this case, which turned out to hold cutlery, and took out some extremely sharp knives, which he sharpened some more. He was then given a whole (enormous) turkey, which he carved into perfect symmetric portions, leaving a nearly meat-free carcass behind.
He was kind enough to throw me little bits as he carved, as one would to a dim but focused dog.
We became friends after that, and he let me help carve later turkeys.
Billy passed away recently. He will be missed.
French bugs on French flowers.
Big doings at Chestnut Grove Baptist Church.
No, I’m not diffusing trash. I was going to spend fifty bucks on a diffuser for my flash, but then I found that if I swivel the bulb on my little SB-400 flash device straight up, and tape a piece of paper (from the trash) to it, it makes a magnificent flash diffuser.
Check it out:
This idea was stolen from Ken Rockwell.
Heartfelt thanks to Coach Dave, who did a heck of a job with a rather motley crew.
Team photo. Let me know if you want a full-sized file.
K, in blue, gets on the ball and prevents it from going out. K turns it, and considers passing to L, but then the green player moves in, and L rushes to assist.
It does not end well for any of them.
This is when she’s in a good mood.
The idea here is extremely shallow depth-of-field. Like in ancient portraits like this.
Sometimes the light, and the past-prime leaves, arrange themselves so that all you need to do is push the button.
