Sunday, May 22, 2016

Fire on the Presli Jo

I saw the smoke, a black plume in the early morning twilight. It was at the yacht basin. When I got there, I could see flames, but there were no fire trucks around. A big yacht horn sounded, loud and long. I called 911 on my cell phone. They didn't answer and then a cop car drove up. I hung up and took a picture (above) with my phone. Another cop car drove up. I was going back to my car to get my camera. The cop parked behind me told me to go away, so I moved the car. Still no fire trucks.

 


I got my camera and telephoto lens out of the car and found a place where I could see the fire. It was a small sailing yacht, fully engulfed in flames. 

 


Finally I heard the siren of a fire truck, and I saw the red lights. The fire burned. I couldn't see any fire fighters and the fire seemed to go on and on. After a while I saw a stream of water from behind another yacht. It was like a garden hose but it did seem to reduce the size of the flames. Then the water stopped for a while, then started again more vigorously. Pretty quickly, the flames went out. 

 


I shifted my position and I could see a small crowd of fire fighters and other people on the dock. One was holding a hose, spraying the ill-fated sailboat, which was still steaming. Then a fire boat came and slowly towed the burnt yacht out from among the other berthed yachts and out into the river, to the outer dock. I could see the name, the Presli Jo. 

 

By this time, the sun was coming up and I went on my way, like the cop had told me to do.


© 2016 Buck Ward                        The Photographist                            www.buckward.net

Monday, November 9, 2015

Causeway Skies

or... Chasing the Sun and the Moon and Catching Clouds Instead 


Near the equinox, from a particular vantage, the sun will rise directly behind the lighthouse.  I've been trying, twice a year, to make a good photograph of this.  No luck again this year.  On this particular morning, – the calendar had turned the page to October; the sun would rise to the right of the lighthouse –  one last try.  One more “better luck next time”.  The sun rose into the clouds and started spraying its rays.  I stayed.  I was rewarded with this nice sunburst.  When this pelican flew into the frame, just by luck I managed to catch it silhouetted against the sun streak in the water.



My task this October morning had been to catch the crescent moon rising behind the Sanibel lighthouse about an hour before sunrise.  The sliver of moon rose in a dark sky lightly streaked with wisps and then faded from view before the sun cleared the horizon. I got some crescent moon pictures, but nothing to knock your socks off.  And then, over the next hour, this dramatic cloudscape built up.  Not long after I made this picture, the clouds smeared into a dull overcast.


It was the gibbous moon that I wanted.  The moon was setting and the clouds were rising;  the opportunity wouldn't last.  I saw the anhinga in the mangrove; it drew me to this location.  I experimented with the composition – the tree, the bird, and the moon.  I really wanted the moon to be lower so I could make the image with the long end of the range on the 17-40 zoom lens., to fill the frame with the tree and bird, and to make the moon as large as possible.  But it just didn't work.  The moon was too high for that, and would have disappeared in the clouds by the time it was in a better position.  So I moved about, trying this, trying that.  Then the little boat came a long, and, something I don't usually do, I popped off a couple with people in them.   This is the one I chose.  The moon, initially the inspiration for the picture, is a hardly noticeable tiny little bonus.
 

© 2015 Buck Ward                        The Photographist                            www.buckward.net

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Polarizing Clouds



Polarizing filter - a simple and effective photographer's tool.



One of the things a polarizing filter is good for is increasing the contrast in clouds, especially on a hazy day.  I show you these two photos simply to illustrate the effect a polarizing filter can have on clouds.  One photo was made with the polarizer rotated to its maximum effect; the other was made with the polarizer rotated to its minimum.  The maximum setting slowed the shutter speed by two stops, but in this case that was inconsequential.  The positive effect on the image is remarkable.  To be most effective, the axis of the lens needs to be pointed perpendicular to the direction of the sunlight, that is, the sun should be to your side rather than in front or behind you.

  © 2015 Buck Ward                        The Photographist                            www.buckward.net

Friday, June 26, 2015

Fun with Ospreys

When I go out on my photographic forays I usually look for something of scenic value, a landscape. I used to be an avian photographer, but now it's pretty much just landscapes. Sometimes the locale lends itself to either. I was out on the Sanibel lighthouse beach, one of my recurring venues, and there was nothing to be had, landscape-wise. I've pretty much milked it for all it's got, but it's a nice place to be.  There are ospreys there. I usually ignore them. I have hundreds of osprey pictures in my files. But on this particular day, they were showing off, so I went back to the car and got my long lens and had a lot of fun. My bird skills are gone, but this was like shooting fish in a barrel, so to speak.




 © 2015 Buck Ward                        The Photographist                            www.buckward.net





Saturday, May 23, 2015

The Osprey and the Shell Picker

Beach erosion has taken this old buttonwood. It's still twiggy, but before too long it will be a picturesque snag, if some collector doesn't cut off its branches. I made this picture last week, at low tide. I had to wait about 20 minutes for a slow moving shell picker to mosey out of the frame. At one point she looked up at me as I stood waiting behind my tripod, arms folded across my chest, and said, “Oh, am I in your picture?” I nodded. “Sorry,” she said, and went back to her shelling. I went back to my waiting.  


So, a week later it was high tide, according to the natural scheme of things. I returned to do it again, to see if I might be able do to it a little differently.  A neutral density filter and a graduated neutral density filter let me shoot into the rising sun with a long enough exposure (about two seconds) to turn the surf satiny. The tide and surf kept the shellers out of my frame but the ospreys were there, on a favorite perch right next to my buttonwood snag.

 © 2015 Buck Ward                        The Photographist                            www.buckward.net



Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Grandmother's Dresser - A Still Life




I participated in Broadsides – Poetry Off the Shelf at the Alliance for the Arts, a project in which artists create visual art to accompany poetry by local poets, with the poem to be printed directly on the artwork.  My assignment was Grandmother's Dresser by Marnie Heenan.  This was a challenge for me.  I had never before photographed a staged still life. The dresser in the image does belong to a grandmother, also known as my lovely spouse Peggy, who upon seeing my complete ineptitude, graciously volunteered to be my adviser in the project. 

The thing about a poem, a descriptive poem like this one, is that it elicits images in the mind's eye of the reader that are necessarily different from what the poet sees.  Everybody's grandmother's dresser is different, so I felt I had the freedom of artistic license.  But when I looked at my first test photographs, I realized that we had so many of the things in the poem, I really needed do the best I could to try to replicate it.  It wouldn't be Marnie's grandmother's dresser, but I should try to photograph the poem complete, as I saw it in my mind's eye.  I had read it so many times by now that I knew all the items by heart.  And so began a sort of treasure hunt, an epic shopping adventure under the expert guidance of my adviser.

I experimented with the lighting, and finally settled on ambient window light, with no artificial lighting.  It required a longish exposure time, initially about 8 seconds.

This dresser has a mirror, which of course captures an image of the photographer, who isn't in the poem.  I thought I would deal with this issue in post-production digital editing, that is, I would Photoshop it.  A mirror shouldn't be blank, so I had an idea of superimposing an image in the mirror.  The image I had in mind is a portrait of my grandmother, which I wanted to subdue so that it would seem soft and ghostlike.  On a fairly early test photograph, I roughed it in just to see how feasible this idea was.  It just didn't work; It didn't look good.

To hide myself from the mirror I used a plush throw blanket held in front of me and the tripod.  With some practice, I was able to squeeze behind the tripod, between the bed and wall, and to hold the blanket, so that my tripod and I were effectively hidden from the mirror. 

Then something unexpected happened.  The cat, the one in the poem that the laser toy was too mean to, got into the act.  The bed is this cat's natural habitat.  When he moved into the frame to see what was going on, immediately he became a necessary element of the image.  Of course he didn't want to be where I wanted him to be.  The proverbial rule about herding cats came into play.  His inclusion in the photograph added a level of frustration.  In the low light of the windows, filtered through the sheer curtains, I had been using an exposure of eight seconds.  The cat wouldn't hold still for eight seconds.  I bumped the ISO one stop and opened the aperture one stop to reduce the exposure time to two seconds.  This was doable, I thought.  I could hold the cable release in my right hand which also held a corner of the blanket, and trip the shutter just when the cat was being still, for two more seconds I hoped.  So, picture this: I coax the cat into the right location on the bed, clamber over the spread legs of the tripod, grab one corner of the blanket in one hand and the other corner and the cable release in the other, try to position the button under my thumb, raise the blanket, and then the cat comes over to see what's going on, expletive deleted, try again. 


We tried numerous different arrangements on the dresser, trying this, trying that.   Finally I got it, nearly perfect, or at least as good as I could expect it to be.  By this time, I was ready to be finished. I started processing this image and discovered to my great chagrin that I had forgotten the wallet, which, when it wasn't performing its duties as a member of the still life company, resided in my pocket.  

So, back to the old drawing board, as they say.   This time all the pieces were in place, the cat was reasonably cooperative, and, voila,  I had it.  After more than 200 photographs over the course of three weekends, it was done.  It still required post-processing, to convert to monotone sepia and to clone out the light switch and the small picture hangers on the wall, to hide the exposed edge of the blanket in the mirror, and numerous other small corrections and adjustments, but I finally had it - the image you see at the top of this blog post.

Marnie asked that I not put the full text of her poem in this blog post.  She hopes to get the poem published in a literary magazine, and they usually won't accept submissions that have been posted online. She did consent to my use of her name, and publishing the final Broadside image with her poem on it.  If you click on the image, it should enlarge, making the poem easier to read.

As it hangs on the wall in The Alliance, I wonder how many people actually read the poem, and how many look for the one item in the poem that isn't visible in the photograph.  I think most people probably don't see the cat.




 © 2015 Buck Ward                        The Photographist                            www.buckward.net