Sunday, January 01, 2006

New year's eve and other things

The keen reader would have noticed that yesterday, I said, “I hope to get some good photographs of pyrotechnics later tonight. Failing that, I can always snap bad photographs of pyrotechnics.”

Most turned out to be bad. As in bad bad, not ok lah bad.

I had somehow confused the aperture numbers, mistaking the largest (2.8) for the smallest (8.0) and thus was working with the aperture fully open. With great quantities of light washing onto the CCD, a mere half second of exposure would be more than enough, or the image would become a bit screwed up. Thus my shots were of spastic little light worms in the air, not magnificent tufts of hairy light balls as most decent pyrotechnics photos are.

And adding to add misery to misery, I let the camera use its autofocus. Unfortunately, it focused on the smoke instead of the light bursts if I click the shutter before the things actually pop. That wasted another lot of good opportunities.

Near the end, I finally realised my error with the aperture settings. And here they are, 2 decent images from about 100. It was crowded, but I’m quite sure the mess in KLCC and Bukit Bintang is much worse than this.

Enough talking about crap photos; I saw a rather cool paragraph from Saffron:
I hope the contortion of my features passed for joy and happiness, cos (not so deep) inside all I could think of was, "Please, if there is a god, kill me. Kill me now."

Oh look, I didn't die.

In slightly related news, the index sheet for my graduation photos have arrived. From this proof sheet of 6 images, I can place orders regarding the prints I want, how many of them in which sizes et cetera. They are fucking expensive; I’ll probably just get some mid-sized prints and send them back home for my parents.

A 3.5 x 5 inch print costs $25, and the range topper is the 24 x 16 on canvas for a cool disgusting $360. Of course there are the usual packages where you buy a predetermined quantity of prints at a slightly more decent, but still obscenely unfair price.

But the photographer who did us was quite good. It’s very hard to get me to smile for photos- I tend to feel stupidly artificial, facial expressions contorted in a dumb grimace. That’s one of the reasons I’m rarely in photos; usually it's me manipulating the camera.

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