How Not to Take a Self Portrait
Charles E Hardwidge
This is a minute long Hamlet commercial. I gassed myself when I first saw it
years ago but YMMV.
It's almost as bad as yesterday's disaster. Rain. No light. Forgetting the
camera was set on manual focus. Freezing effing cold. Oh, yes. And some dude
with a huge muthufucka zoom loitered right in front of the shop I wanted to
take a photo of. WAS THAT YOU?
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Charles E Hardwidge
philo
Real bad comb-over!!!
BTW: One time I was down in Chicago and wanted to get a shot of the
Green Mill.
It was late afternoon and nothing had started to happen yet and "Big
John" the bouncer was just loitering around outside...
A perfect shot I thought.
Just as I snapped the shutter my girlfriend got in the way...
she was more interested in her cigarette than she was in me and my camera.
I yelled quite loudly a rather short word...then sulked.
Next day in the darkroom I surveyed the "damage"...
yep you guessed it...one of the best shots I'd ever taken!
Charles E Hardwidge
"philo" <ph...@privacy.net> wrote in message
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That's a good potted story.
I'm still getting my head around composition and lighting in the wild, and
haven't taken best advantage of opportunity or had much luck. There's
something there but I'm still trying to square up on the launch pad so it's
all a little bit crap.
First time I went out it didn't feel busy but I had to swot people away like
flies. This last time it felt busy but it was like taking photos in a ghost
town. It's a funny thing trying to balance finding the narrative, and how
people ebb and flow like water.
I've spent some time going over the last shoot, and where I went right and
wrong, what I missed, and judging when conditions might be better. It's
wierd going over shots and seeing thing in the scene you didn't catch at the
time and people chimping in their own little world.
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Charles E Hardwidge
philo
>
<snippped for brevity>
>> A perfect shot I thought.
>>
>> Just as I snapped the shutter my girlfriend got in the way...
>> she was more interested in her cigarette than she was in me and my
>> camera.
>>
>> I yelled quite loudly a rather short word...then sulked.
>>
>> Next day in the darkroom I surveyed the "damage"...
>>
>> yep you guessed it...one of the best shots I'd ever taken!
>
> That's a good potted story.
>
> I'm still getting my head around composition and lighting in the wild, and
> haven't taken best advantage of opportunity or had much luck. There's
> something there but I'm still trying to square up on the launch pad so it's
> all a little bit crap.
>
> First time I went out it didn't feel busy but I had to swot people away
> like
> flies. This last time it felt busy but it was like taking photos in a ghost
> town. It's a funny thing trying to balance finding the narrative, and how
> people ebb and flow like water.
>
> I've spent some time going over the last shoot, and where I went right and
> wrong, what I missed, and judging when conditions might be better. It's
> wierd going over shots and seeing thing in the scene you didn't catch at
> the
> time and people chimping in their own little world.
>
My best shots always seem to be the one's I've put the least effort into
getting