113. Wire - August 9-15, 2015
Don-
I went out to shoot a particular section of fence I wanted but I also liked this one as I drove by.
So I shot it along with the others and this turned out to be my favorite of the three shots that
chose to work on. Its hard to see at the quality the picture is reduced to but the fence goes
on for about a mile. I shot it with my D810, 1/80th of a sec, f/14, ISO 100 and 70mm using a
24 to 70mm lens.
I went out to shoot a particular section of fence I wanted but I also liked this one as I drove by.
So I shot it along with the others and this turned out to be my favorite of the three shots that
chose to work on. Its hard to see at the quality the picture is reduced to but the fence goes
on for about a mile. I shot it with my D810, 1/80th of a sec, f/14, ISO 100 and 70mm using a
24 to 70mm lens.
Byron-
Okay, here we go with another whimsical photo. Sometimes my brain thinks more like Salvador Dali than Ansel Adams. I was in my garage rummaging through a miscellaneous drawer searching for some wire when I found a spool that looked photogenic. Getting it out of the drawer was more challenging because it seemed to catch everything in its vicinity. That made me think it was conscious of its surroundings and would grab whatever it could to stay in the drawer. Its ability to grab things made me think of how it would act in the wild. In this photo you can see how I captured a moment in time when the wire was capturing an escaping Jaguar in the jungle. The Jaguar was making a desperate leap to fly over the wire but it wasn't enough. The wire grasped its prey firmly in the front and wrapped itself along the top and down its backside. There is no escape for the hapless Jag. Nature works in a cruel but sometimes necessary way.
For you sharp eyed connoisseurs of WPOTM, you may recognize the setting of this photo. It is the same area as the photo "The Taking of Olive Hill".
ISO 200, 50mm, f2.8, 1/160 second. Available light in the shade of the old Maple tree.
Okay, here we go with another whimsical photo. Sometimes my brain thinks more like Salvador Dali than Ansel Adams. I was in my garage rummaging through a miscellaneous drawer searching for some wire when I found a spool that looked photogenic. Getting it out of the drawer was more challenging because it seemed to catch everything in its vicinity. That made me think it was conscious of its surroundings and would grab whatever it could to stay in the drawer. Its ability to grab things made me think of how it would act in the wild. In this photo you can see how I captured a moment in time when the wire was capturing an escaping Jaguar in the jungle. The Jaguar was making a desperate leap to fly over the wire but it wasn't enough. The wire grasped its prey firmly in the front and wrapped itself along the top and down its backside. There is no escape for the hapless Jag. Nature works in a cruel but sometimes necessary way.
For you sharp eyed connoisseurs of WPOTM, you may recognize the setting of this photo. It is the same area as the photo "The Taking of Olive Hill".
ISO 200, 50mm, f2.8, 1/160 second. Available light in the shade of the old Maple tree.
Deron-
This is the barbed wire view atop Golden Star Road in Riverside, CA. In the background is Mt. San Antonio and the communities of Ontario and Rancho Cucamonga. This section of Riverside is called Woodcrest, where it is zoned to be a kind of a horse community, so you won't find any cookie-cutter housing tracts. One house per acre... and miles of barbed wire.
This is the barbed wire view atop Golden Star Road in Riverside, CA. In the background is Mt. San Antonio and the communities of Ontario and Rancho Cucamonga. This section of Riverside is called Woodcrest, where it is zoned to be a kind of a horse community, so you won't find any cookie-cutter housing tracts. One house per acre... and miles of barbed wire.
Kevin-
Michelle and I returned to the Twin Cities last night. I spent time this morning reshooting my WPOTM - Wire image the way I had originally intended it, before we had to suddenly depart for Iowa.
The biggest difference? I had the time to set up the strobe units I had been planning to use. One strobe in front of the grinder, and another behind with a red gel on it. White balance was set to “Flash” which meant that front light was perfect, the warm glow of the incandescent bulb on the grinder gave the effect I was looking for, and that little bit of red light was coming from behind, just because I liked it.
Nikon D4s, tripod mounted, 105mm f/2.8 Micro-Nikkor lens, ISO 800, f/8 @ 1/30 of a second.
Michelle and I returned to the Twin Cities last night. I spent time this morning reshooting my WPOTM - Wire image the way I had originally intended it, before we had to suddenly depart for Iowa.
The biggest difference? I had the time to set up the strobe units I had been planning to use. One strobe in front of the grinder, and another behind with a red gel on it. White balance was set to “Flash” which meant that front light was perfect, the warm glow of the incandescent bulb on the grinder gave the effect I was looking for, and that little bit of red light was coming from behind, just because I liked it.
Nikon D4s, tripod mounted, 105mm f/2.8 Micro-Nikkor lens, ISO 800, f/8 @ 1/30 of a second.
Paul-
Ah, Wire, I sing praises to thee. Heaven forfend, what if thy forms—overmany and myriad in thy aspects—should fade to nothing. What, should then transpire…
Pictures of your in-laws (most of whom had been arrested at one time or another) would fall from the walls. Lenses would slide down you cheeks after their wire frames vanished. Electricity, goodbye. Braided cable locks shackling your favorite bike? Poof. Men shriek as tomato cages go missing. Women go into shock as cattle—no longer held in bovine captivity—head for the nearest town to exact revenge. Screen doors no longer slam, and trying to tame your child’s misaligned incisors evokes a helpless shrug from the orthodontist. The multi-billion dollar ferrule industry would crash--resulting in countless unemployed ferrulites. And that model 200 Bösendorfer in your living room…it’s just a whooping huge paperweight now. Underwire bras…hmm, I guess I don’t know what happen in that case. Aged hipsters and stone-broke students’ dwellings lose huge cable spools that served as tables. (No cables, no nomadic furniture.) Clothes in the closet fall to the floor, and chicken wire is no longer…well, chicken. And you know those predictable, hackneyed mob movie scenes where the thug rips open the snitch’s shirt and exclaims “Tony, he’s wearin’ a wire!” Scratch that out of the script. The Wallendas lose their jobs…abruptly and tragically. Wireframe modeling is no longer possible—okay it is, but without electricity it might as well be. And high tension lines can finally relax.
You get the idea.
This picture was taken during the Farmers Market (held every weekend, May through October) in the historic Hay Market district of downtown Lincoln. Want apricot jam, mesquite honey, buffalo jerky, black watermelon, sun-dried pizza crust, organic kale, Nebraska-themed jewelry, heirloom tomatoes, tie-dyed apparel, sculpture made from tractor parts, 5-alarm salsa, pineapple licorice (which I bought), Swedish rye loafs, goat’s milk soap, awful kitschy knick-knacks, home-made root beer, flowers, free-range beef, lots of wonderful produce? This is the place to be. And the people watching? Fantastic. I took quite a number of pictures, but inevitably I was drawn to this one. (Which, predictably I suppose, featured no people.)
Our story so far: Shot at 1/1000 sec.; f/8; aperture priority; ISO800; 21 focus point patterned metering mode, 18-55mm lens set at 55mm; white balanced for daylight; and hand-held. Maybe it’s just me, but I found it odd and a little disappointing that at this event there were no farmers for sale.
Ah, Wire, I sing praises to thee. Heaven forfend, what if thy forms—overmany and myriad in thy aspects—should fade to nothing. What, should then transpire…
Pictures of your in-laws (most of whom had been arrested at one time or another) would fall from the walls. Lenses would slide down you cheeks after their wire frames vanished. Electricity, goodbye. Braided cable locks shackling your favorite bike? Poof. Men shriek as tomato cages go missing. Women go into shock as cattle—no longer held in bovine captivity—head for the nearest town to exact revenge. Screen doors no longer slam, and trying to tame your child’s misaligned incisors evokes a helpless shrug from the orthodontist. The multi-billion dollar ferrule industry would crash--resulting in countless unemployed ferrulites. And that model 200 Bösendorfer in your living room…it’s just a whooping huge paperweight now. Underwire bras…hmm, I guess I don’t know what happen in that case. Aged hipsters and stone-broke students’ dwellings lose huge cable spools that served as tables. (No cables, no nomadic furniture.) Clothes in the closet fall to the floor, and chicken wire is no longer…well, chicken. And you know those predictable, hackneyed mob movie scenes where the thug rips open the snitch’s shirt and exclaims “Tony, he’s wearin’ a wire!” Scratch that out of the script. The Wallendas lose their jobs…abruptly and tragically. Wireframe modeling is no longer possible—okay it is, but without electricity it might as well be. And high tension lines can finally relax.
You get the idea.
This picture was taken during the Farmers Market (held every weekend, May through October) in the historic Hay Market district of downtown Lincoln. Want apricot jam, mesquite honey, buffalo jerky, black watermelon, sun-dried pizza crust, organic kale, Nebraska-themed jewelry, heirloom tomatoes, tie-dyed apparel, sculpture made from tractor parts, 5-alarm salsa, pineapple licorice (which I bought), Swedish rye loafs, goat’s milk soap, awful kitschy knick-knacks, home-made root beer, flowers, free-range beef, lots of wonderful produce? This is the place to be. And the people watching? Fantastic. I took quite a number of pictures, but inevitably I was drawn to this one. (Which, predictably I suppose, featured no people.)
Our story so far: Shot at 1/1000 sec.; f/8; aperture priority; ISO800; 21 focus point patterned metering mode, 18-55mm lens set at 55mm; white balanced for daylight; and hand-held. Maybe it’s just me, but I found it odd and a little disappointing that at this event there were no farmers for sale.
Jerry-
Wire, wire, what to do? I started with a spool of aluminum wire sitting on a 05 Malibu taillight. Not too bad. But how about this video cable thingy at my desk? Hmmm? There is wire inside so why not.
D750 with 105mm Micro, 1/80 @ f8, ISO 200.
Wire, wire, what to do? I started with a spool of aluminum wire sitting on a 05 Malibu taillight. Not too bad. But how about this video cable thingy at my desk? Hmmm? There is wire inside so why not.
D750 with 105mm Micro, 1/80 @ f8, ISO 200.