A little photography stuff. No poetry in this entry….just a head’s up.
No, not back to work in my office. I do go to the office when efficiency is paramount. I’m talking about getting back to work creatively. Covid has slapped us around for six months and put us in our own little jails for that time. My priorities changed drastically and the time typically spent creating was relegated to new responsibilities. Initially, getting out to make (art) work became arduous. Now, after these six months, I’ve been able to streamline those new responsibilities and my focus is turning to those creative pangs that have been stifled. I’ve made it out the last two days in spite of the near 100 degree heat (f). I made a decision to bring one camera and one lens…..that’s it, not even a camera bag. For this trip I brought the Nikon 60mm 2.8D Micro. Here are some of the results and my impression of this lens: The cover photo “Rock Fall” was made on the trail in a spot where the light falls wonderfully. It depicts the capability of this lens in its “normal” mode. The rest are close focus pieces.
This legacy lens is fast and sharp. It works well on my D750. Unfortunately, auto focus does not work with the newer mirrorless Z bodies (FTZ adapter). The lens overall is fun in that it allows a micro view if the photographer decides to grab a close view of something interesting. One of the downsides includes an inner barrel focus. While focusing, the barrel extends out. I’m ok with it, but prefer not to have this type of function. The barrel becomes a point of concern with dust etc. Anything that falls on the barrel while extended may end up inside the lens or may gum up usability. The other thing to consider for very close focus is that the stop will change from 2.8 to 3.5. This is typically not an issue since macro results fare better stopped down and with flash. With this exercise, I use available light, and I want 2.8. Not too big of a deal overall.
In the early 90’s I was up on a swing stage with a forensic leak specialist. Not too high, maybe only six stories. We were documenting some sealant failures, performing tests and recording results. Then came a distant squawk and screech from behind us. it became louder and the sounds resonated off the building glass. “Stan, check this out,” I interrupted, pointing at a flock of about fifty birds. They were thirty yards out and their noise became eerily loud as they passed. Stan shot me a look, “are those parrots?” “Yup, no one is sure how they got here, but there are several large flocks throughout the county,” I exclaimed. As much as I have tried to discover how these birds got here, apparently, no one is sure. They are indigenous to northwestern Mexico. There is much lore about illegal bird smugglers releasing them to avoid getting caught with evidence. That has never been proven….though there may be some truth to something like that happening. Even if it was something as uneventful as two escaping a home, I’m glad they’re here. I’m not supposed to be glad about it, but they’re here and I like ’em! They are loud, obnoxious and very entertaining. This year….just last week, a pair cased our garden. A couple of days ago, they came back, and feasted on our two remaining sunflowers. In the opening clip of the video we see two species, but only the pair of red crowned returned. They came by three times and finished off the sunflowers. I was stoked, and got lots of footage.
One of my favorite photographic spots from 2012. It still is a favorite. I’m pretty sure it still is. It is now a forbidden zone. It’s a dystopian nightmare, when people with power, so utterly gripped by fear who lead through fear bear down on the masses with ridiculous decisions. I miss this place terribly, there is a hole in my heart.