Posted on | February 19, 2008 | 5 Comments
One thing I intended to do this winter, but have spent next to no time working on, is learning how to really use my camera. I’ve done a whole lot of link-saving and read plenty of advice, but I haven’t tried any of it out yet. Partly because so much of what I read reminds me that I could use more task-specific lenses than the one that came with the camera. It takes terrible indoor shots unless the sun is blasting through the windows. I’m learning more and more how terrible the shots look when taken with a flash.
Much of what I want to shoot indoors is food and objects or spaces around my home as we make our much-needed improvements. When I cook at night, forget about taking photos of the food. They come out completely washed out by flash or yellowy and out of focus. In other words, not very appetizing.
I bookmarked a bunch of lenses on ebay, but one comes out to the same amount I’m spending on seeds and pear trees. Which is more important? The latter for this month. But maybe in another month or two, when I get a couple more freelance gigs out the door, I’ll invest in lenses; a macro and a wide-angle to start. And I will begin using my tripod (an ancient number Chris picked up at a yard sale ten years ago for two bucks).
I sure wish I had paid attention to the photography/videography class in high school. Although when I look back (I know, it’s a looong way back and I should not trust what I call my memory) but when I look back, I seem to recall that the teacher did not disseminate very much information. We mostly watched videos (it was the very beginning of MTV) and planned out our class credit music video. We did a high school insanity version of Soul Man from the Blues Brothers, set on the auditorium stage, featuring fake horn playing, lip synching and Salvation Army suits that didn’t quite hit the mark. It was terrible. Later, Eric M. and I did our own to that popular Steve Winwood-Chaka Khan song, Higher Love, with me in a really bad dress and giant hat, all back lit projected shadow dancing on the wall. O, high school. I do not miss you. Not at all.