Franny Lou's Porch, a new cafe at the northern tip of 19125 where realtors are labeling Fishtown but the old locals argue is still Kensington. That's an debate for another day. Either way, it's a chill spot. Filled with hipsters and executives, decorated with local art and fresh foliage, it's a great place to create.
Today though, I'm stuck. The rut. You know what exactly what I'm talking about. That fucker can sneak up in a myriad of ways. Be it a photographic dry spell, writers block or as it reared its ugly head today in the form of another kind. Can't-title-this-post-for-shit-ia. A syndrome of sorts.
The Blog Process
Well, my blogging process anyway.
People, I'm not going to get all Stephen Hawking on you here but I do have a formula, a system for how I get this shit done on a weekly basis.
- Create content for the post.
- Devise a topic.
- Formulate a title.
Have I contradicted myself? Probably to some degree yeah?
- $300 Gift Card to B&H
- A photo shoot and YOU will be the subject for the day (headshot/editorial/whatever)
- Your choice of one photograph from my portfolio framed in a gallery sized print
- Brown Bag Surprise (If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?)
You can throw up your submissions as often as you like. When will I stop taking submissions? I don't know yet. Let's say it can close today if your title is killer but at the latest, umm, say
A FEW RULES AND REGS ::
- Don't drag it out. Check out most of my posts. Typically the titles are very short; a few words.
- Vulgarities. I know. I curse. A LOT. But notice the titles are always clean. Submit if you must but chances are it won't win.
- If you are the winner and want the photo shoot. If you live more than 50 miles from Philadelphia, your ass will have to find your way to me. I'm not flying to Guam for your FREE headshot session!
- I'm not going over this with my lawyer. Don't be a slimy slug. I'm being generous here. Don't try to attack me with a lawsuit if I didn't dot an I or cross one of my Ts. Rules and regulations are subject to change without notice. There. There's your farging fine print you farging icehole (Johnny Dangerously reference if you didn't catch it). With love of course.
- You cannot hit below the belt, hold, trip, kick, headbutt, wrestle, bite, spit on, or push your opponent.
Having said that, the pin is dropped right over Valley Green Inn. It's basically, but not popularly known as, Northwest Philadelphia. This isn't a geography lesson. Google it if you want more details.
"Shut up! Shut up and take the pain! TAKE THE PAIN!
Lost myself yet again.
The agenda was to create an image that would show the active human interaction along Forbidden Drive.
Perfect weather. Shitty shooting conditions.
It was high noon. Damn close actually. This file was created at 1:01 p.m. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. You know what that means? Hard light. Hard shadows. Beware raccoon eyes. They have the black rings underneath right?
Luckily, the entire park was canopied, much of it anyway, by the greenery of the gigantic trees. I'm no nature expert as you can surmise. So you can also hypothesize that I have no idea what kind of trees they were. You'd be right.
I mean the leaf cover was spotty. Think of the shadowing on the ground resembling the camouflage on Elias' helmet. Platoon people! Stay with me.
Look, I'm the biggest advocate of a couple creative axioms ::
- Gear doesn't matter and
- The best camera is the one that you have with you
Could I have nailed this shot with my iPhone? I think so. But I gotta give some cred where street cred is due. Betsy, my love, my workhorse, my beast, my Nikon D4 is an animal! Each pixel on her colossal sensor is relatively massive. What does that mean? Each pixel is super duper efficient at gathering light.
Simplified, that means that the dynamic range of this camera is ungodly awesome. Still confused? Ok, from black to white the range captured everywhere in between is fabuloso. More details in the darks and more details in the lights.
In the end, that RAW file is super easy to work with. I have more versatility to crush the blacks and crank the contrast. That histogram? I own that punk!
Raccoon eyes? Puuhhhleezzeeee.
It's not the quantity of pixels it's the quality of those pixels that really matter.
And so high noon would be the hour at which I create. Bring it!
Somehow, I took position, oh, about 10 inches away from a massive pile of fresh, fly ridden and stay horse shit. Sweet. Why didn't I move? I'm not really sure.
My angle was low. I was down in a full squat position; ass to ankles. I had my head on a swivel as bikers and runners would come at me from either side at any given moment.
Alas! Here they came!
Husband and wife, if I had to guess. She made eye contact with a smile. An affirmation to go ahead and shoot is always a bonus. Would I have shot without the go ahead? ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY! I know my rights as an artist. Another post my friends.
And the basket! Oh the basket. Reminded me of the old Floyd song. Syd Barrett days.
Motor driving at 11fps (I think that's where Betsy was), exposure looked like this (queue more bullet points) ::
Shutter :: 1/3200 :: handholding a slow shutter to create motion blur can be a pain in the butt. I wanted to freeze motion.
Aperture :: f/1.8 :: super shallow DOF but at this distance able to get the riders entirely in focus. Risky but pulled it off.
ISO :: 280
I think that's it.
Post processing? You know me. Not much. Although, along with crushing the blacks and cranking the contrast, I did tone down the greens on the trees a teeny tiny bit.
Export for web and that's that.
I'm super excited to see who will partner up with me in finishing this post! Good luck. With the multitude and mangled content, or would that be labeled discontent, I feel like a bald but Jonesing trichotillomaniac. Yeah. I went there.
Once again, here are the places you can enter to win ::
Twitter :: @m_anthony_pics
Facebook :: Facebook.com/michaelanthonymurphyphotographer
Email :: firstname.lastname@example.org
And if you find yourself feeding your need for eye candy over at the main website, MICHAEL ANTHONY MURPHY :: PHOTOGRAPHER, you can navigate your way, one way or another, to one of the other locations.
Until next time. . .