Object lesson

I went over to Fort Harrison State Park this morning, more to see what was going on than to do any serious shooting.  The light on the hillside across Delaware Lake was inviting so I set up to shoot in that direction.

I was so wrapped up in composing and shooting that I wasn’t paying much attention to the camera settings.  Where I usually shoot at f/11 in a focusing mode that allows the camera to pick where it will focus (normally the closest object), here it was at f/5.6 and focusing was set to a point off to the right, roughly where the dead tree is at the right of the image.  The focusing point was left over from a shoot a few days ago.  None of this mattered much for this particular shot.  The distance was such that I had enough depth of field and even if the camera had been free to pick where to focus, it would likely have focused where it did anyway.  On top of that, I intentionally overexposed the scene by two stops because normal exposure produced a rather dark image.  Correct exposure and where the camera would focus quickly became very important.

A blue heron flew across the lake to give me the opportunity for a great shot.  It was coming in from the left and cut right across my field of view about 20 feet away.  But the camera was focused off to the right (not very evident in this shot, but it was).  And the shot was two stops overexposed. 

I looked at the camera settings after the shot.  That’s when I saw how the focusing was set.  As you can see in the image, Photoshop did a good job recovering from overexposure but if the image is out of focus to begin with, it stays out of focus.  I try to remember to put the camera back to my favored settings when I shut it down, but sometimes I forget.  Oh well.

The rest of the morning produced some OK shots.  Here is one.

And here is a black and white shot.  It worked much better this way than in color.

My camera is put away for the present and I have checked it twice to make sure the right settings are in place.  They are.

Spring is here

I don’t want to come across as a curmudgeon but I wasn’t ready for spring.  I had gotten so deeply into winter photography that when the snow disappeared I was at a bit of a loss.  I’ve always enjoyed spring and I’ve done a lot of spring photography.  That’s part of the problem.   I have a lot of what might be called ‘portrait’ flower images, flowers in profile, three quarter turned, full face, etc.

Chionodoxa is small but very attractive.  So is pink dogwood.

But I have shot enough of that kind of image.   I don’t have a replacement yet so I am just out taking pictures.

This one is called ‘Photography, 2010.’

I got a little closer to spring shooting this morning with this image of a door.  At least it’s green.

I just went out again this afternoon and I guess I may be headed in the right direction.

I’ll keep trying.  Too bad I can’t photograph bird song.  That would be nice.

Sometimes all you can say is thank you

Becky and I went out this morning to the derelict trailer I talked about the other day.  The owner of the trailer was at home.

I think he was as surprised as I was when we saw each other.  He didn’t seem at all happy about it.  I was very grateful.  Not much else to say.

Johnny Cash, meet Carl Jung

Every once in awhile two or three things happen close together in time and they work together to set off a train of thought. 

I was reading William Bridges’ ‘Transitions   Making Sense of Life’s Changes’ and ran across a quote from Carl Jung’s ‘Modern Man in Search of a Soul’ where he is talking about a man in the second half of life:

Fully aware as he is of the  social unimportance of his creative activity, he looks upon it as a way of working out his own development.

I’m pretty well into the second half of my life and that struck home;  pursuing creative activities is very important to me and I hadn’t thought of it before as a way of understanding who I am.

The second thing that happened was a repeat of a conversation between Terry Gross, host of ‘Fresh Air’ on NPR and Johnny Cash who was talking about recording songs.  He said

I would  keep trying it and do take after take until it felt comfortable with me and felt that it was coming out of me and my guitar and my voice as one.  That it was right from my soul.

Right from my soul.  Creative activity as a way of working out my own development.

I devote a lot of time to photography and Photoshop and I really don’t feel complete if I’ve been away from it too long.   My wife, who this weekend is off to quilt camp, feels the same way about her quilting.  Are these our mirrors inward?  Perhaps.  I do know that I am coming to see photography as a path in a spiritual life.

Creativity can come in at any stage of the process of making a picture.  Sometimes it is simply seeing something interesting.

Sometimes it comes about accidentally.  This one benefited from unintentional camera shake.

Sometimes it is developed in Photoshop.  As an example, I started with these two images:

and

I had originally intended for them to each stand on their own but that didn’t work out so I combined them and did a little work with Photoshop to produce this:

I have a strong feeling that if creativity, especially in the second half of life, is a way of working out one’s own development, then photography can be the torch that illuminates the way.  At least it does for me.

A trip to Muscatatuck

Saturday I went with friends Becky and Marla to Muscatatuck National Wildlife Refuge, about 65 miles southeast of Indianapolis.  It was warming up but there was still about eight inches of snow on the ground.  If there was one lesson for the day it was to be ready with the camera, starting at the very beginning of the trip.  The first stop was in Indianapolis.  Traffic was blocked because a foot race was in progress and we got to watch the runners and walkers go by.  We were stopped by an apartment building and the reflections in the windows were interesting.  I took several shots (there were lots of participants in the race) and then I saw this shot.  That is a green soda bottle in the tree.  I think it had been a bird feeder at one time.

Reflections were not going to be the order of the day but they would pop up again, for example at the Myers’ cabin at Muscatatuck.  It is part of a historical preservation.

We have had a lot of below freezing weather in recent weeks the temperature seldom getting as high as 30 degrees, but it got up into the 40s on Saturday, and snow was melting.
Most of the time I was using my 17 – 85 mm lens but since I had it along, I got out my 120 – 400 mm lens, a pretty hefty telephoto.  We were in the last part of the trip and we drove by a pond where Becky spotted an otter.  We stopped and I got this shot out the window of the car.

I find I do better with the camera when I am open to the moment.  One part of me says to go out there with a plan while another part says to stay loose, stay awake.  I do in fact go out with a plan now.  The plan is to know what the camera settings are (I’ve had several disasters when I thought, for example, the auto focus was on and it wasn’t) and keep the camera handy, ready to shoot.  Then go wondering.

Selective attention

Did you ever take someone’s picture outdoors only to discover later that a telephone pole appears to be growing out of their head?  Did you ever see what the magician actually did when she made a coin disappear from her hand and pulled it out of a bystander’s ear?  Selective attention was operating in both situations, limiting the information you took in. In the one case you were so intent on the subject that you missed the telephone pole.  We’ve all done that.  In the case of the magician, the trick worked because your attention was misdirected.

We know that all of our senses are turned on all of the time which means that from moment to moment a huge amount of information is cascading into our central nervous system.   We can’t deal with all of that and the ability to selectively attend to one part of the information stream to the exclusion of other parts allows us to operate in this world.  We are able to ignore conversations that don’t involve us while we read a book, we can savor good food in a restaurant while a magician is trying to show us a trick.  Selective attention works.

At the same time, the information we bring in is being interpreted against the background of our experience, interests, what we are thinking about at the moment.  It is not surprising then that two photographers working side by side on a field trip can come away with very different sets of images for the day.  Their life experience and interests are different, what they selectively attend to is different, their images are different.

Any photographer will tell stories about how ‘it seemed like a good idea at the time’ to take a picture but later finds out it just didn’t work.  Often, part of the reason for this is that we see things in the image on the computer screen that we didn’t see in the field.   Selective attention in the field was locked on the subject and elements that are later distracting on the screen just weren’t seen.  In some cases the problem can be remedied with work in Photoshop.  I take this to an extreme in my work on flowers.  There, I don’t much care about distracting elements in the background, they are going to be eliminated.   Here is an example.

The background is busy and will be distracting in a print.  My answer is to eliminate the background altogether and replace it with solid black or maybe white.  For those of you who use a photo editing program such as Photoshop or Photoshop Elements, I create a mask by tracing around the subject with the polygonal lasso, save it as a selection and then use that selection to deal with the background.  Here is the result for the image above.

This was my first answer to the problem of directing the viewer’s attention to the subject.  It’s rather difficult for the viewer to miss what the image is about if it has had this treatment.  It certainly isolates the subject and if I use black as the background, it gives the subject extra vividness.  I plan to continue with this method for some images but this is not the only way to direct attention to the subject.

There are several other methods for more subtly directing the viewer’s attention.  Cropping the image, lightening the subject while darkening the background, and increasing the saturation of the subject while reducing the saturation of the background are just a few of the things we can do.

When I saw this scene, I wanted the trees netted with vines and brush to be the subject.

Here is the result to date.  I don’t call it the final result because I’m seldom finished with any given image. 

I could give you the laundry list of things I did but the specifics of what I did are less important than the result obtained.  I think it is fairly clear what the subject is in this image.  Leaving the background in means the viewer has to do a little more work to pull out the subject but in doing so, the image can take on a symbolic value in showing that what we are looking for is often at least partially obscured by extraneous elements that pull our attention in a different direction.

Selective attention is a powerful tool.  It helps maintain our sanity – imagine trying to deal with all of the competing stimulation we are subject to, rather than just a small part of it.  To a large extent we can control our own selective attention.  The job of the photographer is to influence that selective process and get the viewer to look at the subject in an image, appreciate it and of course remember the photographer’s name.

Good grief, where have I been?

I’ve been so wrapped up in going out to shoot in this great weather that I haven’t been posting.  I hadn’t realized it had been ten days since my last entry.

For some odd reason I have come to prefer the cold weather.  Part of it has to do with the opportunities for photography and some of it feels a bit like revenge.  I grew up in southwestern Pennsylvania and for many years our driveway was two ruts going up the side of a steep hill.  The driveway was long and we shoveled the snow by hand, not a lot of fun.  Now the driveway in Indianapolis is flat (if rather long) and I clean it in the winter with a good snow blower.  There is great satisfaction seeing the snow in front being thrown off to the side leaving a clear path behind it.

There is a spareness to the winter that I find particularly appealing.  Plants, or their remains, which would have gone unnoticed in the crowd of other plants in the summer, now stand by themselves, stripped of that which we call life but nonetheless still beautiful.

If all we see is the dead and withered stems from last year, we also know that there is a root that is awaiting its opportunity to put forth more bounty.  It won’t be long now.

In the meantime, there is winter and its particular beauty.

Dress warmly and go enjoy it.

The sun came out

I wasn’t sure we would have much sun today and when the clouds disappeared it was clear that it would be a good day to go make some photographs.  It was ‘gloomy’ yesterday but that was also a good day for making photographs.  Today was also a good day for sledding.

I grinned as I tromped through the snow to get to a favorite place for shooting – the only tracks in this patch of snow beside mine belonged to a dog who had come through earlier.   Or maybe it was a coyote.  No humans though.  With a near virgin snow, and it being very quiet,  it is easy to think that this moment is the beginning of time, and according to one way of looking at it, I suppose it is. 

A friend had a baby boy a few days ago and for that young fellow, all things are indeed  new.   This day is a celebration for him and his family.

The day will come when he is sliding down that hillside.  Perhaps he will also see what I saw at Fall Creek.

Happy birthday, Roman.

It is never too late to have a happy childhood.  Tom Robbins

4 to 9 inches of snow predicted

It started snowing in the late morning and has continued throughout the day.  I don’t know how much we will get but the snow blower is gassed up and ready to go.  In the meantime I got an email from my friend Becky saying bad weather = good images.  Sometimes I’m glad Becky lives some distance away, otherwise she would be in my driveway blowing the horn.  I don’t know where she went, I did indeed go out but I stuck to our neighborhood. 

I started by removing the screen in my study window and shooting right there.  This worked pretty well but the view was a bit limited.

A walk down to the corner brought these leaves against the bark:

A little further on these trees showed against the sky:

I do like spring , summer and fall but there is something special about winter.

I just checked with Becky and, weather permitting,  we are going out shooting in the morning.