237. Strong - December 31, 2017-January 6, 2018
Byron-
I decided to use the Palm Springs Convention Center as my subject. In my mind it is a 2 for 1. The pillars are thick and look very strong and the swoopy architectural elements are also very strong. You can choose which of the 2 you prefer.
ISO 200, 1/250 sec, f8
I decided to use the Palm Springs Convention Center as my subject. In my mind it is a 2 for 1. The pillars are thick and look very strong and the swoopy architectural elements are also very strong. You can choose which of the 2 you prefer.
ISO 200, 1/250 sec, f8
Darin-
As with Kevin, I too am suffering from the Bubonic Crud, so I didn't get a chance to do what I thought I was going to do. Truth be told, I like this one just fine.
Small, but mighty, this little Master lock is all that keeps me from freedom. Every night, the security guards/white coats come by and put this 'deterrent' on the gate to keep me and my 'friends' from escapi... errr... leaving.
As with Kevin, I too am suffering from the Bubonic Crud, so I didn't get a chance to do what I thought I was going to do. Truth be told, I like this one just fine.
Small, but mighty, this little Master lock is all that keeps me from freedom. Every night, the security guards/white coats come by and put this 'deterrent' on the gate to keep me and my 'friends' from escapi... errr... leaving.
Kevin-
This is a strong scale. Enormous weights mean nothing to this puppy, it simply sits around, ready to share stories of your own massive weight, measured each morning you stand on it.
Originally I thought of creating a photo demonstrating Byron, holding me in his arms, while I in turn held the scale, therefor proving how strong I was. LOL!
But as I seem to have come down with the bubonic crud (my term for a bad cold) I didn’t have the energy to work on this on Thursday as I had planned, and I thought it best to cut Mr. Braton a break on Friday.
So today it was a quite-mediocre solo effort, in which I made a remarkably uninteresting photograph in the Palm Springs studio/garage.
White seamless background. a Nikon SB-900 series strobe with a red gel and a Rogue grid at 1/4 power providing the background light. Another Nikon SB-900 series strobe in a gridded softbox at full power providing the key light. And I squeezed the scale with my hands during the exposure generating a whopping 5.2 pounds of force. Wow, am I strong.
Nikon D850, mounted on a Manfrotto Carbon One 440 tripod with an Acratech ballhead. Nikkor 105mm f/2.8 Micro-Nikkor lens, ISO 64, 1/250th of a second (flash sync) at f/8.
This is a strong scale. Enormous weights mean nothing to this puppy, it simply sits around, ready to share stories of your own massive weight, measured each morning you stand on it.
Originally I thought of creating a photo demonstrating Byron, holding me in his arms, while I in turn held the scale, therefor proving how strong I was. LOL!
But as I seem to have come down with the bubonic crud (my term for a bad cold) I didn’t have the energy to work on this on Thursday as I had planned, and I thought it best to cut Mr. Braton a break on Friday.
So today it was a quite-mediocre solo effort, in which I made a remarkably uninteresting photograph in the Palm Springs studio/garage.
White seamless background. a Nikon SB-900 series strobe with a red gel and a Rogue grid at 1/4 power providing the background light. Another Nikon SB-900 series strobe in a gridded softbox at full power providing the key light. And I squeezed the scale with my hands during the exposure generating a whopping 5.2 pounds of force. Wow, am I strong.
Nikon D850, mounted on a Manfrotto Carbon One 440 tripod with an Acratech ballhead. Nikkor 105mm f/2.8 Micro-Nikkor lens, ISO 64, 1/250th of a second (flash sync) at f/8.
Paul-
Pictured is part of the weight room in the fitness center to which I belong. It’s said a strong body makes a strong mind. I’m still waiting for proof of this, but it hasn’t stopped me from working out regularly since I moved to Lincoln in 1989. I’ll let you know when I sense I’m getting some real cognitive results.My father had a strong exercise ethic from as far back as I can remember, and it rubbed off on my brother, sister, and I. I can only hope it pays as significant health dividends for us as it did Dad. Indeed, he was warning my siblings and me that all Republicans were crooks, and that everyone in the region wanted to push Israel into the sea well into his nineties. (I’m not sure there’s a actual correlation there, but it might be worth a research study or two.)
In addition to other types of exercise, I use weight machines quite a bit. But I’ve never worked just with weights such as these until very recently.
[Shameful disclaimer: I also took the liberty of shooting the end of the rack where the heaviest weights are located. I come here a lot…on the way to the other side of the rack. (Think, pumping tin.) It’s here that my sinews strain and the lactic acid burns as I mercilessly push myself through reps using weights that look like they might better serve as a dog’s chew toy. But I have plans for those massive weights, too. I’m loading a few in my car come May, grabbing my camera gear, and driving out to south-central Nebraska. Once there, I’ll chain myself to the weights, and wait for the next tornado to churn by. Oh, it’s got “winner” stamped all over it.]
Back to the picture. I wanted a somewhat “industrial” look—kind of ponderous and static befitting the subject. So, after getting the basics out of the way in Lightroom, I imported the image (grab something, Kevin) into my HDR software application and used some of its automatic and manual features until I got the effect I was looking for.
Flexing my creative muscle: Nikon D5200; B&W in the camera; aperture priority; 18-55mm lens focused at 18mm; ISO 1600; 1/10 sec. at f/10; matrix metering; -1/3 EV; WB Auto. The camera was hand-held. As I did not bring a mono/tripod with me (and didn’t feel like bumping up
Pictured is part of the weight room in the fitness center to which I belong. It’s said a strong body makes a strong mind. I’m still waiting for proof of this, but it hasn’t stopped me from working out regularly since I moved to Lincoln in 1989. I’ll let you know when I sense I’m getting some real cognitive results.My father had a strong exercise ethic from as far back as I can remember, and it rubbed off on my brother, sister, and I. I can only hope it pays as significant health dividends for us as it did Dad. Indeed, he was warning my siblings and me that all Republicans were crooks, and that everyone in the region wanted to push Israel into the sea well into his nineties. (I’m not sure there’s a actual correlation there, but it might be worth a research study or two.)
In addition to other types of exercise, I use weight machines quite a bit. But I’ve never worked just with weights such as these until very recently.
[Shameful disclaimer: I also took the liberty of shooting the end of the rack where the heaviest weights are located. I come here a lot…on the way to the other side of the rack. (Think, pumping tin.) It’s here that my sinews strain and the lactic acid burns as I mercilessly push myself through reps using weights that look like they might better serve as a dog’s chew toy. But I have plans for those massive weights, too. I’m loading a few in my car come May, grabbing my camera gear, and driving out to south-central Nebraska. Once there, I’ll chain myself to the weights, and wait for the next tornado to churn by. Oh, it’s got “winner” stamped all over it.]
Back to the picture. I wanted a somewhat “industrial” look—kind of ponderous and static befitting the subject. So, after getting the basics out of the way in Lightroom, I imported the image (grab something, Kevin) into my HDR software application and used some of its automatic and manual features until I got the effect I was looking for.
Flexing my creative muscle: Nikon D5200; B&W in the camera; aperture priority; 18-55mm lens focused at 18mm; ISO 1600; 1/10 sec. at f/10; matrix metering; -1/3 EV; WB Auto. The camera was hand-held. As I did not bring a mono/tripod with me (and didn’t feel like bumping up
Jerry-
Good morning from chilly New Hope,
It’s a brisk -11 but I’m indoors with Jack the dog who is reluctant to do his “chores” in the cold. It does promise to get warmer in the coming days and weeks. I struggled to come up with a strong photo until I wrestled with Jack and one of his favorite chew toys. He will pester me until I throw his various toys around and he will sort of fetch, often returning them to me but unwilling to let go.
This was with the A6300 with 16-70 mm zoomed to 70 mm, exposure was 1/100 @ f16, ISO 800, with a flash on top to catch Jack mid-wiggle.
Good morning from chilly New Hope,
It’s a brisk -11 but I’m indoors with Jack the dog who is reluctant to do his “chores” in the cold. It does promise to get warmer in the coming days and weeks. I struggled to come up with a strong photo until I wrestled with Jack and one of his favorite chew toys. He will pester me until I throw his various toys around and he will sort of fetch, often returning them to me but unwilling to let go.
This was with the A6300 with 16-70 mm zoomed to 70 mm, exposure was 1/100 @ f16, ISO 800, with a flash on top to catch Jack mid-wiggle.
Don-
I liked this sign as a "Strong" message. There are actually four signs at this
entrance to the Ute reservation. Another identical sign to this one on the other
side of the entrance. The Apache have signs similar to these for their reservations.
though Apache seem to have improved spelling abilities. Never find yourself
on one of these reservations without permission.
Besides the strong message I thought Paul would enjoy the grammatical/spelling
errors. Paul, is grammatical a word?
But to the good stuff, I've got a focal of 50mm using a 24 to 70mm lens and with a
Breakthrough Photography Circular Polarizer attached.
Then the exposure was 1/400 second shutter; f/11; ISO 400; Aperture Priority.
I should make note that the Ute will let you roam about certain parts of their
reservation. These happen to be Casinos. Oh and the restrictions do not just
apply to white folks, it includes all non-Utes. You should also remember that the
search and seizure applies to all Indian reservations in the USA.
I liked this sign as a "Strong" message. There are actually four signs at this
entrance to the Ute reservation. Another identical sign to this one on the other
side of the entrance. The Apache have signs similar to these for their reservations.
though Apache seem to have improved spelling abilities. Never find yourself
on one of these reservations without permission.
Besides the strong message I thought Paul would enjoy the grammatical/spelling
errors. Paul, is grammatical a word?
But to the good stuff, I've got a focal of 50mm using a 24 to 70mm lens and with a
Breakthrough Photography Circular Polarizer attached.
Then the exposure was 1/400 second shutter; f/11; ISO 400; Aperture Priority.
I should make note that the Ute will let you roam about certain parts of their
reservation. These happen to be Casinos. Oh and the restrictions do not just
apply to white folks, it includes all non-Utes. You should also remember that the
search and seizure applies to all Indian reservations in the USA.