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These are some of the test shots I did with the New Canon 7d, aimed at testing it in the field of Landscape photography including infrared and long exposure.
The 7d with its 1.6x crop factor suited well with the Canon 10-22mm ultrawide lens. First thing I noticed about the unit was the how the ergonomic design felt different. It had a feeling of a 5d mk2, the weight, the feel of the leather cover. Buttons were quite different, first thing youll notice is the a dedicated start and stop button for the live view/ hd movie. Second is the off/on button usually placed at the lower right side of the camera, its now aptly placed in the upper left together with the main dial. Two new buttons that's a first to me was the Q button and the m-fn button just beside the shutter button.
Peeping thru the viewfinder, one will be amazed as the 100% sight of the viewfinder plus the 10mm gave a wider perspective. It was my 2nd time using the live view to compose and focus. It made life simpler. The horizon axis function really helped a lot, cropping was lessen.
Focusing, with the 19cross type focal points, it was easier to focus and meter the foreground. I had a hard time shifting the controls since it was given to me without the manual. There are four presets of the focusing from automatic and manual.
I think ill leave the technical people to really dwell on the specs and other functions of the camera. I would like to concentrate more on actual field test. The photos in this thread were minimally processed...canon dpp software global adjustments and sharpening for web. Colors were not altered nor enhanced.
A FULL FRAME FISH in HK
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Something to remember HK by....I have been here so many times but never tried shooting the place...I mean really shoot it the way I wanted. Borrowing my partner's terminology for a full frame camera with a 15mm fisheye (thanks to Raymond Cruz for the lens), I tried to bend matter and light.
The distortion is to taste and i love it.
I haven't had a chance to get out and catch a sunrise in a long time. This makes me sad. So I went in search of an earlier capture ... and found this one. I feel euphoric and jubilant ... just looking ... at the 'big hard sun' in this image!! I hope you do too!!
Happy Bokeh Wednesday!
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[December 2006] Blacks Beach, San Diego, California.
This photo was taken by holding the camera at ground level. This has got to be one of the coolest sunsets I have ever seen!
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“Nietzsche also proposed a second kind of tourism, whereby we may learn how our societies and identities have been formed by the past and so acquire a sense of continuity and belonging.
The person practising this kind of tourism ‘looks beyond his own individual transitory existence and feels himself to be the spirit of his house, his race, his city’.
He can gaze at old buildings and feel ‘the happiness of knowing that he is not wholly accidental and arbitrary but grown out of a past as its heir, flower, and fruit, and that his existence is thus excused and indeed justified'.”
—The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton
Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
DEPICTIONS: A tale of PORTRAITS
Before my marriage to landscape, I was a disciple of portraits.
I missed shooting portraits.
That is why I would like to share some of my collection of portraits taken during a trip with Manny Librodo in Pagsanjan.
I wanted to rekindle my love for portraits and here are some of my work...
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Looking forward to your constructive comments and catch up more.
September is perfect for new beginnings. Typically January is the beginning of the year, but for me September always feels like New Year.
It's a sudden stop!
I headed to Holland at the start of June for a suprise buck's party for our good friend Guido. I spent an afternoon alone, exploring the canals & sun-drenched streets of Amsterdam before meeting with friends.
We head off to France tommorrow to shot our first wedding on the weekend.
Fingers crossed for good luck.
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Amsterdam, Holland.
2009.
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Timing and the right use of shutter speed is essental in creating interesting wave patterns. For me to capture this I experimented in suing shutter speeds from 1/4 to 2 seconds.
“No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than men could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace”
–Ruskin
We are passionate about bringing a relaxed approach while creating beautiful, natural and vibrant images.
Early morning walk with my Nikon F3HP & a fresh roll of Kodak TriX400 on Thanksgiving morning after heavy snow all night. 2019
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.
Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore