mphotographer82

Now that this past college season has ended and I no long have to go through thousands of images on a weekly basis, I'm going to be using photoshop to indulge my creative side for a while.  Its been buried for far too long and its time to let it play.  I hope you all enjoy what comes out.

Back to back weekends of College Track & Field makes both myself and my hard drive want to cry.  11k photos and still rummaging through them.

Sweet Jesus.... I hate one thing more than any other.  That's more than the "I could do better" parents at youth sports who only bitch rather than offer assistance, more than the overly prissy cheerleaders who always say "oh my god I look horrible", and to my own amazement, more than the 80 year old woman with fenders falling off her vehicle driving 20 mph under the limit in front of me going all over the god damn place.  That one thing... venues that are so god damn dark, you can't make out what color shirt somebody is wearing 15' away from you.  Perhaps it is just me but I would venture a guess that it is not.

Now why do I hate this environment so much?  I would figure that would be self explanatory but just so we are all on the same page, I can't see a thing.  Auto-focus lenses are fantastic for pretty much anything these days with as many focus points as many cameras now have.  No longer are you running around with the old AE-1 Programs trying to line up the discs in the center to focus it yourself.  For my sports, this is heaven, for weddings with receptions in such low lit places as the one I just shot this past weekend, it's pure hell.  9 times out of 10, your auto focus just runs 50' behind everybody to the wall with the light on it.   This all in all is nothing more than a rant by me dealing with something that I have a hard time dealing with.  Perhaps it just my inexperience in the situation that lends to my troubles, actually that is probably it as I'm sure there are many out there who have figured out long ago how to deal.  One day I hope to find the answer... All I know is that I have yet to find it myself.

Just uploaded some photos of my studio space both before and in progress.  When I went into the room for the first time, I was praying that the insides of the walls didn't look like the outside.  Luckily for me, the places where there were insides, they were only slightly scary. lol  Renovations on a building that is over a hundred years old are if nothing else, interesting.  You see the old dirt floor in the back room and the adjacent storage cubby/room under the porch which at one point stored coal, these are all fairly cool things.  However, that's not the first thing that comes to your mind when you see it.  That first instant at least for me was nothing poetic or reflective, it was closer to "Holy shit, there's a god damn dirt floor in my house."   

As the time passed and I began plotting my course, I came to realize just how small my space was going to be once I finished.   The ceiling which was a fantastic 10 feet needed to be dropped to closer to 8 because of somebody who thought it would be a magnificent idea to just run venting along the ceiling.  Now this was the basement I'm well aware... but they just ran it, no need to keep it close to the ceiling, there are gaps larger than a foot in spots because they ran lines more like a roller coaster rather than tight and orderly.  

The ceiling fixed, the floor was next, or was it the walls... I don't remember.  What I do remember, I pulled up the floor and guess what was under it....yep, dirt.   As the destruction of this room continued I marveled at how this building managed to survive for so long.  I would have figured it to come crashing in on itself many years ago.  But here it stands, or here most of it stands as I work out some frustrations and send the tiny windows screaming out of the wall with a sledge.   At this point, I don't know where I'm going with this so here I will end.  Don't look at the holy shit factor.... look at the wow potential lying in the rubble.

Well I think its about time I got a fire under my butt and actually posted something on here.  Ok, maybe not a fire, but at least a hop in my step so to speak.  Time to stop being a leach and viewing all the fantastic images of others and show some of my own work.  I'm terrible at uploading things and staying on it, so just hang with me.   I won't be a daily poster, but I'll try to keep it weekly to bi weekly.

May as well customize my page while I'm at it.

And like pretty much everybody,  I love comments.  Input from others helps me figure out what I'm doing right and falling flat on.  Thanks a bunch all.