…sort of reminds me of ocean waves. Maybe living by one would be pleasant if it wasn’t for the tailgaters, road ragers, and people who desperately need to be somewhere at 2 AM in the morning.
Hit the old Middlesex Greenway the other day, hoping to get some b-roll on top of the bridge that runs over Rt. 1. I swear, the damn thing sways on windy days. You can tell me it’s structurally sound all you want. I’ll just get my shots and hurry on down to the other side, thanks.
Got a few nice stills while I was up there, too. Little bit of split toning, little bit of darkening, and some ever-generous use of post-crop vignetting, and I can make mid-afternoon light look a lot closer to dark.
That’s one thing I miss about the colder seasons, I guess. You didn’t have to wait nearly as long for that beautiful dusky light to kick in.
…but at first, I didn’t really even think I was going to touch this shot. The raw, unedited picture (which I can’t be bothered to post on here because it’s on my laptop, which is all the way downstairs, and I don’t really want to leave my computer chair right now :p) was completely washed out, slightly more tilted, and the highlights were blown to hell. Wasn’t really an obvious keeper in a day that was full of some other really nice portrait shots taken with my snazzy 50mm f1.8 lens.
Actually, I think I was just trailing behind at the end of our hike back down from the peak of the Stairway To Heaven in Vernon, my tiny kit 16-50mm screwed onto my Sony, just randomly snapping pictures out of slight exhaustion when I got this.
Not exactly an honest shot – the sky was starting to unfold from an otherwise dreary and overcast day in these light pinks and oranges, but nothing as cinematically sepia as this – but I like what came of trying to make something out of a picture that I normally would have tossed.
It’s Wednesday again – that means another video, served up piping hot on the Fernway Films channel. Give it a look!
To be completely honest, I like my hikes more in the winding and horizontal position, so doing this was a little new. Took us about an hour to make it up to the peak of Mt. Tammany – a climb that was more like a walk around the block to the seasoned Alps veterans I went with. As for me, I was scrambling along a few feet behind, trying not to slump over too much on the rocks.
The payoff was great, though – one hell of a view of Mt. Minsi across from us, and the Water Gap below – all milky mountain mist and beams of iridescent sunlight breaking through the clouds…