Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Night time / is the right time



Flash portrait of Amber. After 10 minutes of washing her face out I managed to get a couple of good shots, this one being my favorite.

Not pictured: She broke my glasses.




Castillo de San Marcos. This one came out kind of gritty, which I was disappointed with. I wanted to get a sense of how massive this wall is, and wound up playing with the shadows. No flash, the light is coming from a spotlight set up on the ground against the moat wall.




This is the street between Procter Library and Ponce Hall. I got to climb up on the stone parapets facing King Street, which was a big moment for me (I like to climb).

Good: The yellow of the street lamps bring across the moody ambience of St. Augustine at 1 in the morning.

Bad: The damn lights are bright as hell and one was RIGHT IN THE WAY. I tried to get the lamp in the direct foreground as non-invasive as possible, with limited success. On the other hand, I was more interested in playing around with the vanishing point in the far background. I still like it, I just wish I could have gotten that stupid light right.

In-class assignment.



Good: I somehow managed to get the eyeball clear and sharp through the lenses of her glasses. On the other hand, I was maybe six inches away from her face.

Bad: Tried chatting her up but, like a moron, the only thing I could think of to say was, "Hey, cool, you have the same name as my mother," so I made a hasty retreat before I put my foot even farther into my own mouth.



Good: Eyes clear and sharp. Had the presence of mind to face him not-into-the-sun, so he's not squinting. And I got him in focus, too! I rule!
Bad: I like this one. There's nothing in the world wrong with it, and you know it.

Stupid blur.







I really liked taking this set of photos. The shot of the blacksmith stoking the bellows is one of probably a dozen shots I took of the man. I really wanted to get a good shot of the fire shooting up. Only problem was, he was stoking these bellows like a madman, so his face came out blurry.

Photos.














These photos I took for the people at work assignment. I followed Billy Bickford, who works at Five Guys Burgers and Fries in St. Augustine, through the nightly closing routine. Here he's taking a smoke break, cleaning the grill, hosing out a grease filter, and counting a register drawer for the nightly safe drop.