I was up too late last night, worked too long today, went to too late a meeting tonight, and am now too tired to write a blog post. I could sit writing half asleep, but I think I will just let my photos communicate, at the literal level, the spectacular sunset we were treated to Sunday evening as well as at the symbolic level of exactly how I feel tonight.
After shooting the moon from the Market Street Bridge the evening before the full moon, I got to share the view from the common room in our building with a group of photographers from the local photographic society chapter. A neighbor of mine and I organized a bit of a field trip. Since the common room has a wonderful view of the river and of the anticipated location of the moonrise, it seemed like the perfect choice of destinations for photographers interested in capturing the full super moon rising over the Tennessee River.
The thing about the moon is that it’s not particularly cooperative. It really can’t help it. It just has a lot of dependencies. It’s light is determined by the sun. It’s visibility determined by the clouds. It’s appearance above the horizon dependent on the objects between the moon and the viewer. When you consider that there are nearly 239,000 miles between the earth and the moon, I suppose it’s a wonder that we are able to see it at all.
But the first problem is figuring out when to expect it. There are tons of places to find out the time of the moonrise, but none of them are ever right for exactly the place where you might be standing at that given time. Not unless you happen to be in the same spot the time of moonrise was calculated from.
The second problem is figuring out when the sun will set. The opportunity to capture the moon in full glory while the surroundings are still visible becomes increasingly difficult as the moonrise falls later and later relative to sunset.
On this particular night, the moon would not rise until a good half hour after sunset. We, of course, scheduled our field trip to begin much earlier. We probably should have taken the group on a tour of the riverfront while we waited for moonrise to approach. However, we got to talking and snacking and decided to find a spot to shoot the sunset instead. Finding a perch on an outdoor staircase with a view of the setting sun afforded some nice views of the clouds forming in front of the sun.
The sunset is no more reliable than the moonrise from a photographic perspective. The clouds were interesting, but didn’t quite result in the super-dramatic sunset one might hope for as a prelude to a rising super moon. After shooting the sunset long enough to end up with many wasted images, we returned to the opposing view to watch for the moon. The setting sun cast a warm glow across the Market Street Bridge and set some of the clouds aglow as well.
While it may not have been the most dramatic of sunsets, it still seemed photo-worthy.
We agreed to do something fun this weekend. However, we didn’t agree on what we would do. I, of course, wanted to go hiking. My husband, however, wanted to do something that wasn’t physical because his ankle has been bothering him. Given that I can’t argue with an injury, I contemplated what we could possibly do that would not be physically demanding, but that could include Tisen.
I suggested we take a drive to Atlanta to go to IKEA, something we had planned to do a month or so ago, but ended up not doing.
IKEA is one of those places that always sounds great to me. Lots of cool, clever, and affordable concepts to make a home more livable. And, we could use some shelving and lighting, etc. in our new place.
So, we loaded Tisen up in the car about mid-morning Saturday and off we went. The drive to Atlanta is not nearly as scenic as the drive to Nashville. There is no IKEA in Tennessee, however, so Atlanta was the closest choice. We made one stop for a fast-food lunch. It occurred to me that if we’re going to do a road trip, we should start planning our route based on enjoyable, healthier restaurants. It’s just no fun to eat fast food.
Once we made it to IKEA, by the time we found a parking spot and through the front door, I was ready for a nap. Have I mentioned I hate to shop? I don’t know why I always think going to IKEA is going to be fun. I’ve been to about 3 IKEAs now and I always have the same experience: I start out excited by the idea; then, as soon as we walk in the door, I feel exhausted and overwhelmed by choices. By the time we get about a quarter of the way through the first show room, I am practically shoving people out of the way because I can’t get through there fast enough.
The further we get into the store, the more my desire to leave increases. All I can think about it how much I don’t want to be there.
We did make it out of the store without inciting a riot. We immediately used my iPhone to find the closest park. We found a lovely little park in the middle of a nearby neighborhood and took Tisen for a loop around it. I felt human again afterwards.
Able to breathe again, we returned to the car and drove the nearly two hours back home.
We not only failed to do something fun, but we also ended up walking further than my husband intended.
On the plus side, we spent some quality time together in the car. And, later that day, there was a nice sunset partially viewable from our balcony.
I decided to do a short time lapse “video” of the clouds blowing through as the sun went down and the light faded away.
As many of you may know, last month, for the first time ever, I submitted photos in the local club’s quarterly photo contest. My goal was to get feedback because the judges often provide comments on each image.
After much deliberation, the photos I chose were the three that I had the most visceral response to.
Molten Sky was my favorite. It was one of those mornings when you get up and think it’s just another day and then step outside and the sky is doing crazy stuff. I had to grab my tripod and camera and shoot. I’ve never seen a sky that looks like molten lava before–or since.
As I might have predicted, my favorite image was the judge’s least favorite. In fact, in the score sheet of all the nearly 100 photos submitted, it wasn’t pretty close to the bottom. What was disappointed me was that the judges provided no comments on this image, so I still don’t know why my taste is so different from the judges’.
The second image in the gallery was my second favorite shot. This was taken right around sunset one winter night when the rays of the sun shot across the clouds, creating sunset stripes in the Southern sky. This was an image I took to a photography club critique and did some post-processing on based on feedback from other club members. Had they not suggested I submit this image to the club contest, I would not have submitted any images.
I like this image, but I actually like some of my other shots I didn’t submit better. Having no discernment between “contest-worthy images” and not-so-worthy images, I defaulted to the recommendation of the folks who gave me pointers on editing it. It scored just a point or so below the top 10 images. However, still no comments.
The third image was one I really had a hard time selecting. I shot so many amazing images of the sky that evening. I had about 30 shots from the same evening that turned out really well. I guess that’s what happens when the sky does amazing things–it’s hard not to get a good shot. There was a dramatic sunset in the western sky, the reflection of that sunset in the eastern sky, a double rainbow, and a rain storm that blew through in a line all in the same shoot.
I guess since I’ve never seen a sunset reflected in the clouds like this one before, I chose this shot, hoping it would be a bit more unique. It got an honorable mention, meaning it scored in the top 10. More importantly, the judges did provide comments for the top 10 images.
Unfortunately, the comments were a little vague for me. They liked the color and the lighting that draws attention to the sky over the rest of the image given the theme of the contest.
Maybe photo contests aren’t the best way to get critiques.
I am not a woman of my word. I have sworn off shooting sunsets so many times now, I don’t know how anyone can believe me if I say I’m not going to shoot anymore of them. This is an unexpected side effect of having a great view–I seem to notice the sunset much of the time. It may also be a side effect of being in a river valley where interesting clouds form on a regular basis. I still haven’t figured out if sunsets are really that much more beautiful here that much more of the time or if I just wasn’t paying attention when we lived in Columbus.
I originally shot these each with 5 different exposures thinking I might want to process them using Photomatix for an HDR effect. However, I found I liked the slightly under exposed images enough that I didn’t bother with the HDR processing. In fact, these are barely post-processed at all. They are very close to what came out of the camera.
It’s funny how watching a sunset with a camera in hand can quickly result in about 100 photos (or more) of virtually the same thing. I am learning to wait between shots. I wait until something really spectacular happens or until a few minutes have passed. I figure, on the one hand, you don’t know what the peak moment was until after the entire sunset is over, and then it’s too late to go back and shoot the best moment. However, I want there to be enough difference between shots that I don’t sit there staring at them trying to decide if one is actually any different than another.
The first time I went to San Diego many, many years ago, I took a little film camera. Something cheap and horrible that had tiny little negatives and was fully automatic, I’m sure. I shot an entire roll of film of one sunset but we only watched it for a total of 15 minutes. Unfortunately, it wasn’t even the last 15 minutes of sunset or, even better, the last 5 minutes of sunset and the first 10 minutes of dusk. It was just 15 minutes of the sun moving lower in the sky with a couple wisps of clouds that turned a little bit more pink over a roll of film. Then I was stuck with a stack of photos that looked nearly identical that I didn’t want to get rid of because they were prints.
Now, I have 5 exposures of each shot to delete–I’m already filling up a 2TB hard drive. This is precisely why I swore off shooting sunsets.
Plus, relaxing into sunset is a little easier when I’m not shooting. Shooting makes me busy with my camera, changing settings and getting in position and checking to see what I got. It’s not the same as sitting back in an Adirondack chair, drink in hand, and watching the dark chase the light over the horizon.
On Friday night, Pat decided it was time for us to try Nikki’s, a Southern Fried Chicken and Seafood drive in that we’ve been going past regularly ever since we started taking Tisen to doggy daycare. Pat’s idea was to get take out and go have a picnic. I decided this was the perfect opportunity to find a new location to shoot sunsets from.
After getting two fried shrimp dinners with coleslaw, fries, and hush puppies, we follow google maps up the hill to a nearby conservation area. There isn’t a picnic area, so we wolf down 3 weeks worth of saturated fat sitting in our mini-van.
The conservation area is a shady woods that, unfortunately, has been invaded by many foreign plants that block the view through the forest. The trail is an abandoned road that looks wide with easy walking, but we decide to forego a hike since I’m hoping to shoot the sunset. There is no hope of getting any views of the sunset from where we are. Not only are there no views through the thick growth, but we’re on the East-facing side of the ridge.
We decide to drive to the other side of the ridge to a different trailhead to see if we can get a view from there. After crossing under the ridge through a tunnel and driving around to the other side, we wind our way around to the next trailhead only to find that we are still on the wrong side of the ridge. It’s like some kind of joke. There is no explanation as to how we still ended up facing East.
As we head back out, the trill of a wood thrush catches my ear. I suddenly realize I haven’t heard one since we moved to Tennessee. As I listen to its sweet flute-like voice, I suddenly ache for the ravine we left behind. But I am soon distracted by the search for a view of the sunset.
We end up on the backside of the ridge facing the freeway. There is a big, bald hillside on the other side of the freeway where a new complex is under construction. It looks like the developer hired strip miners to do the excavation. It breaks my heart. I cannot bring myself to shoot with this eyesore in the frame and I cannot shoot around it. Perhaps I will have to think about how to capture the ugliness of this site, but tonight I’m seeking beauty.
After trying every road we can get access to along the ridge, we give up on having a really good view and return to our roof at home. We are in time for twilight. The almost full super-moon has already risen high, shining so brightly I cannot resist shooting it. Equipped only with my wide-angle lens, I play with long exposures.
All-in-all, it’s been a fun little adventure even though we never strayed far from home.
Between working on a self-portrait, working my way through another online photography workshop, and taking a break from from both by shooting outside, I’ve managed to spend nearly all of my weekend on photography. I pick up my camera and start to tuck it back into my bag when I look out the window. The sun is doing something amazing. It’s setting in the East.
I am reminded of a conversation I once had with a directionally challenged friend. It went roughly like this:
I said, “Look at the sunset!”
She said, “Oh wow! It’s really beautiful. I always thought that was the East.”
I replied, “What?”
She repeated, “I always though that was the East.”
Confused, I said, “The sun always sets in the West, so that has to be the West.”
She replied, “Oh, I know the sun always sets in the West, but that’s the East.”
At this point I gave up.
However, I am not confused. The sun, of course, is setting in the West, but the light is bouncing around in inexplicable ways that make it look like it is also setting in the East. I cannot explain why the clouds reflect the sun so brilliantly in the Eastern sky tonight, but it’s beautiful.
Frozen with my camera still in my hands, mid-way to being put away, I look at the camera and immediately head to the balcony, grabbing my tripod on the way. The obstacles from the balcony quickly frustrate me. I return inside, tripod over my shoulder, and head on up to the roof.
The double sunset motivates me to try to shoot a set of photos that I can stitch together into a panoramic image. I start in the East and work my way around to the real sunset. I end up with 12 overlapping photos. I consider reshooting on the vertical, but the light is starting to change and do other interesting things.
A small wisp of clouds forms just over the ridge in the distance, turning brilliant red. I decide not to risk missing the last of the light by reshooting the panoramic and shoot the changing light instead.
When I return inside and try to figure out how to stitch the photos, I learn that my Canon software is so outdated it won’t run on any of my computers anymore. I do some googling to figure out I can use Photoshop Elements to stitch a panoramic and go to work.
Something has gone awry in my 12-photo series and one photo seems to be out of place. It’s as if I changed focal length in one shot. I don’t remember doing that, but maybe I bumped the lens and magically bumped it back. In any case, I don’t much like the panoramic with 12 pictures. I create one of the East and one of the West instead and am much happier with the results.
I still want that full frame camera, though.