Thanks to my friend Keith, I am now working again. This is a good thing, and I will shortly have an income once again. Not only does the work take time, time is also required to discern the rules of a new game. And so now we reach the crux of the matter. For the immediate future, I will have few resources for photography. I will though try and throw up an idea once a week or so.
Wednesday was a ski day at Sunshine Village. When the wind wasn’t howling the light was flat. It was not the best day of skiing ever. I spent Wednesday night in Banff and saw a couple of movies from the Banff Mountain Film Festival World Tour. I was expecting to see 2 or 3 adventure documentaries. Instead, I was reminded of how a series of well crafted images can tell emotionally charged stories.
The 25 minute long movie “Super Salmon” directed and produced by Ryan Peterson was instrumental in saving a gorgeous river in Alaska from being dammed. Yvon Chouinard, co-founder of Patagonia, said of the movie, “We stopped a dam the other day in Alaska, on the Susitna River. We gave a grant of twenty-five thousand dollars to a filmmaker who was making a film called The Super Salmon. The film comes out, the guy shows it around, and the governor, just like that, he kills the dam. You don’t get many clear-cut victories like that. But sometimes all it takes is one person.” (The New Yorker, September 19, 2016)
The second movie “Holy (un)Holy” is from National Geographic and follows the Ganges from source to the Bay of Bengal. It is a remarkable film that manages to articulate the difference between how the Ganges is venerated by Hindus and at the same time abused.
The photo below is the single photograph from my the two days that made it past the delete button.
I have a number of things to tell you about the previous week.
There are some things that are important to do but should not be shared. My experiment with time-lapse table-top (60 piece Lego boat) photography is such a thing. The results are not shareable. I was pleased with my purchase of a roll of seamless paper and my DIY set-up. I learnt I need more light. Low watt tungsten bulbs are not bright enough. As well, even with the spare bed and furniture moved to the side, the spare-bedroom may not work as a studio unless I remove all the furniture. Probably not a good idea, as some other room would become unusable. mmm
Earlier this week I returned to Glenbow Ranch to photograph a sunrise. I was standing on top of a small hill with my camera sitting on the tripod looking east. I turned my head and realized that the dawn picture was actually behind me as the snow covered Rockies glowed pink. Unfortunately, I could not reach the better vantage point before the light was lost. Instead, I went on a walk-about (see gallery below) before returning to the car. I also discovered that mule deer are named for their ears, which resemble those of a mule.
On a personal note I was reminded of a friend who had dropped and drowned her phone in a toilet. Before using the pit-toilet at Glenbow Ranch I made sure that every zippered pocket was closed. Ah the things we think of, in between trying to say something intelligible.
Yes, this is the same photo as the last post. There is a difference though. I was not happy with the sharpness, so I revisited how the last photo was done. The previous photo had been a sandwich of three images all with slightly different exposures. This photo is a sandwich of two photos and to my mind is just that little bit sharper. I am happier.
Earlier this week, I tried to photograph the sunrise and made any number of mistakes. Key among those was a failure to focus in live view and a failure to adequately stabilize the tripod. Today, during the brief splash of colour, I hung a 15 kg bag of stones from a hook on the tripod to stabilize it, took greater care and attention, and changed the lens. The compressed jpeg below is not as sharp as the master. I am though much happier with this result than Tuesday’s failure.