52. Relax - June 8-14, 2014
Jerry-
My relax subject was a dog also! Sam is a professional relaxer and spends most of the day hanging out on the living room couch or on my daughter's bed. As I get older, I'm afraid Sam has encouraged me to nap - the two of us will relax together. I took the photo with my Nikon D5200 with 16-85mm lens. It was 1/2 second at f5.6, iso 800, with VR really helping out. I changed it to black & white because the reddish blanket he was resting on grabbed so much attention from Sam.
My relax subject was a dog also! Sam is a professional relaxer and spends most of the day hanging out on the living room couch or on my daughter's bed. As I get older, I'm afraid Sam has encouraged me to nap - the two of us will relax together. I took the photo with my Nikon D5200 with 16-85mm lens. It was 1/2 second at f5.6, iso 800, with VR really helping out. I changed it to black & white because the reddish blanket he was resting on grabbed so much attention from Sam.
Kevin-
This is Squirt our 5 1/2 pound Maltese. Squirt can bark and play and snuggle with the best of little dogs. But Squirt is also capable of relaxing more than just about any creature I can imagine (as you can see here).
Nikon D4s, 85mm f/1.4 Nikkor set to f/4. ISO 400. 1/60th of a second shutter speed. Just a small amount of fill flash to compensate for the heavy back-lighting from the sun streaming through the window above and behind her, because of course laying in the sun is where and how Squirt likes to relax.
This is Squirt our 5 1/2 pound Maltese. Squirt can bark and play and snuggle with the best of little dogs. But Squirt is also capable of relaxing more than just about any creature I can imagine (as you can see here).
Nikon D4s, 85mm f/1.4 Nikkor set to f/4. ISO 400. 1/60th of a second shutter speed. Just a small amount of fill flash to compensate for the heavy back-lighting from the sun streaming through the window above and behind her, because of course laying in the sun is where and how Squirt likes to relax.
Byron-
This rubber band ball is made up of tightly stretched rubber bands. One of them escaped and relaxed next to it's tightly wound neighbors. I was fortunate to capture the moment. I did have a lot on my mind this week so if it looks like I didn't spend a lot of time on this project, I apologize.
This photo was shot on my iPad using the softbox app. I set my camera to the manual mode and shot this at 6 seconds @ f/32. I wanted a long exposure because I painted light on the top of the ball with a 1-LED mini flashlight. I made 3 passes across the ball with the flashlight.
This rubber band ball is made up of tightly stretched rubber bands. One of them escaped and relaxed next to it's tightly wound neighbors. I was fortunate to capture the moment. I did have a lot on my mind this week so if it looks like I didn't spend a lot of time on this project, I apologize.
This photo was shot on my iPad using the softbox app. I set my camera to the manual mode and shot this at 6 seconds @ f/32. I wanted a long exposure because I painted light on the top of the ball with a 1-LED mini flashlight. I made 3 passes across the ball with the flashlight.
Deron-
My kind of fun!
Today was Ride Around The Bear, a sick and twisted 102 miler with 10,030 feet of climbing, that takes us idiotic cyclists (with a 6:09am start for me) up to Running Springs, to Big Bear Lake, up to Onyx Summit (the highest paved road in SoCal at 8,443 ft above sea level), then back to Redlands. While it may have been a grueler AND I signed up for this punishment... please afford me this chance to relax. In the process of this ride, I had one bee and two bugs fly into my mouth- all three were dispatched with the deft of a Ron Gardenhire tobaccy spit in the Minnesota Twins dugout. I shot this on Aperture Priority with a 10 second timer, with the D-40 sitting on a tripod. Bike tires inflated to 135 psi, while car tires at 44 psi. ProGold Xtreme Chain Lube was used. No animals were harmed in the completion of this event, or photo... maybe a few ants.
My kind of fun!
Today was Ride Around The Bear, a sick and twisted 102 miler with 10,030 feet of climbing, that takes us idiotic cyclists (with a 6:09am start for me) up to Running Springs, to Big Bear Lake, up to Onyx Summit (the highest paved road in SoCal at 8,443 ft above sea level), then back to Redlands. While it may have been a grueler AND I signed up for this punishment... please afford me this chance to relax. In the process of this ride, I had one bee and two bugs fly into my mouth- all three were dispatched with the deft of a Ron Gardenhire tobaccy spit in the Minnesota Twins dugout. I shot this on Aperture Priority with a 10 second timer, with the D-40 sitting on a tripod. Bike tires inflated to 135 psi, while car tires at 44 psi. ProGold Xtreme Chain Lube was used. No animals were harmed in the completion of this event, or photo... maybe a few ants.
Paul-
Ah…it’s good to kick back and relax. (Oh, and a tip of the hat to my wife for pressing the shutter button.)
Our Story So Far… It was a dark and stormy night as Jake Claymore—the one-time, two-bit, three-strikes-and-you’re-out private eye—closed up his dingy four-room office in the run-down five-story Bezelnack Building. He’d seen it all, and hated most of it. The guns. The molls. The cheats and the alibis. The cops on the take and the poor saps dancing to any tune the mob called out. No more $60.00-a-day investigations for this wreck of a man. Claymore was as worn out as his cheap shoes and his soul felt as threadbare as the rain splattered trench coat he clenched around him. Heading east against a tumble of litter blown by an indifferent wind, it would have brought some warmth to his heart (much like the Scotch he drinking more more frequenty) to know that Dame Fortune was about to smile on him. It would have…but this story is not about Jake Claymore. It’s about the metadata on this latest picture which—like the faded stenciling on the private dick’s former office door, read: “Olympus E500; 40-150 zoom lens; shot at 40mm; 1/200 sec. at f5; ISO 100, the camera is mounted on a tripod.”
Ah…it’s good to kick back and relax. (Oh, and a tip of the hat to my wife for pressing the shutter button.)
Our Story So Far… It was a dark and stormy night as Jake Claymore—the one-time, two-bit, three-strikes-and-you’re-out private eye—closed up his dingy four-room office in the run-down five-story Bezelnack Building. He’d seen it all, and hated most of it. The guns. The molls. The cheats and the alibis. The cops on the take and the poor saps dancing to any tune the mob called out. No more $60.00-a-day investigations for this wreck of a man. Claymore was as worn out as his cheap shoes and his soul felt as threadbare as the rain splattered trench coat he clenched around him. Heading east against a tumble of litter blown by an indifferent wind, it would have brought some warmth to his heart (much like the Scotch he drinking more more frequenty) to know that Dame Fortune was about to smile on him. It would have…but this story is not about Jake Claymore. It’s about the metadata on this latest picture which—like the faded stenciling on the private dick’s former office door, read: “Olympus E500; 40-150 zoom lens; shot at 40mm; 1/200 sec. at f5; ISO 100, the camera is mounted on a tripod.”