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This picture triggers my recollection of Saturday 11 February 1984 as a sunny and unseasonably warm day in Aberdeen. The viewpoint is the top of Carmelite Street, looking across the Green to Correction Wynd and St Nicholas' steeple.
strobist info: flash con paraguas blanco translucido a casi 90 grados por la derecha, disparado con cactus V4
Strobist. Just one off-camera TTL-flash, triggered via YN-622. I used FEL for this shot, because the chocolate coating is really dark -> needs a spot metering there.
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Strobist: 580EX II in photek softlighter triggered via cybersyncs.
YN-560 with a grid on the background
I use Paul C. Buff CyberSync triggers but anything else would work, too.
There is velcro attached to both the CyberSync and the strip light exterior but for added peace of mind I have added a rubber band (cut from an inner tube) to hold the trigger more securely.
My Pug Trigger was getting tired of posing for all the headshots and wanted me to do a picture of her tail. So I did!
Strobist: Cactus KF36 w/ green gel, camera right and back fired into shoot-through umbrella @ 1/16 power triggered via cactus V4
Strobist: Sunpak Auto 26 SR in a collapsed shootthrough umbrella to camera right. Triggered with PocketWizard Plus III's.
An old friend came to visit recently. It's over 30 years since we last got drunk together, and it took a good tumbler of whisky to start remembering the good times. I have no idea what triggered the memories but it came quite suddenly, "Do you remember 'the barbecue' at "Tally-Ho"?
I no longer remember what the occasion was or who's idea it was, but it was decided we should have a barbecue. At the time I shared a house in Three Bridges, near Crawley, with two air hostesses (British Caledonian and Dan Air) and a leisure centre manager. About six miles away lived my widowed grandmother, Grannie Eileen, in Felbridge near East Grinstead. Grannie was a product of the Victorian era and style and substance, how you spoke, who you spoke to and how you behaved were everything. She lived at "Tally-Ho", in an amazing timber framed and wattle Tudor style cottage that had at one time been "Show House of the Year" back in the early 1900's. With Charles, her husband, it had been their pride and joy, like a little fairy-tale ginger-bread cottage. It sat in 10 acres of land in upmarket Felbridge, with formal laid out gardens of immaculately trimmed and sculpted hedges, rose gardens, fountains, patios, croquet lawn and numerous sheds and green houses for all things horticultural. Charles, ably assisted by Ron (an honest) baggage handler at nearby Gatwick airport), manicured and preened the gardens every day extending their efforts to the tall pine forest at the bottom of Tally-Ho's gardens that ran through the woods to the pig farm at the end. They created paths through the pines, clearing the undergrowth, and in the centre built a large brick barbeque. And around the barbecue they built plank benches between the trees in circles between the tall pines and wooden trestles for the food and drink. And they strung coloured lights amongst the trunks and branches to create a delightful party venue in the forest. Of course, Charles and Eileen became popular members of the local wine society and Conservative Club for allowing them to hold regular events there.
Perhaps it was my idea. I suppose it must have been. After all, none of my friends had advance notice that Grannie Eileen was going on holiday. Having mentioned it I imagine I got overtaken by the idea. It was out, and everyone else had decided we would have a barbecue at "Tally-Ho". And so loads of people were invited. I can't really remember who they were, and I don't think at the time I had much idea who many of them were. But I remember we made hundreds of home made burgers. And bought hundreds of sausages. Someone made trays of cucumber sandwiches. And we bought two large galvanised steel buckets into which we poured bottles of gin, vodka, Pimms and orange juice with no concept of what we were making, except that it was alcoholic. And as we did that bubbles rose in the buckets to form a brownish frothy scum on its surface.
Dare I say it, memories of the party were a blur. I do remember a lot of people, loud music, Bird's Eye beef burgers being thrown across the clearing like frisbees to land on the barbeque, people I didn't recognise emerging out of shadows, and at the end of it all watching people stagger off down the path from whence they came. When they had all gone we made sure the barbeque was well extinguished and headed down through the darkness, checking the little Tudor house was all safe on the way, until we came to my car which was by now the only one on the long gravel driveway. But Mad Ian was waiting down by the gates. Somehow Mad Ian (so called as he had one eye that looked right and one that looked left at the same time) had managed to get nine adults in his company Ford Escort estate and he wanted to follow me back to our house. This I think I accomplished quite responsibly considering the amount I think I might have drunk, for the six miles back to Three Bridges, but problems arose when I turned into Woodend Close. To get to our house you entered the close and then turned right, our house being at the end on the right. Mad Ian didn't bother to turn right but instead went straight on, hitting the pavement at the perpendicular, bumping across it, and proceeding through the flower bed and shrubs and into the front garden of the house three along from ours. Pulling on the handbrake he climbed out, abandoning the car in the middle of a neighbour's lawn and commanded the stragglers still trying to get out of the car towards the beer in our house.
It was probably half an hour later when my now old friend said, "Has anyone seen Julie?" That was his sister. After much asking around someone said they last saw her going into the woods for a wee..................at Tally-Ho.
Reluctantly I accepted we would have to go and look for her, and leaping into the car, we sped back to Tally-Ho. Turning in through the gates and heading down the gravel drive the headlights picked out a body lying on the ground. Thankfully she was alive and later said she had been quite comfortable sleeping where she was.
Now this is the tricky part of the story. It wasn't easy to get three people in my car. It only had two seats and a fixed roof and the space behind the seats was, well, about three inches. The roof was low, and the transmission hump bulges up into the passenger cabin. It was some squeeze to get three people in it. No, you will think I exaggerate, but, no. You see I had a....um....gulp....don't really want to admit it....a Triumph TR...um 6, ...hey cool!...no, a 7, Yes, a TR7. OK I've admitted it now, but it was probably one of the most horrible wedge shaped sports cars ever conceived apart from that Reliant Scimitar SS1 thing (Actual TR7 is pictured!)
Anyhow, struggling to remove the handbrake, change gear, turn the steering wheel or see out of the windscreen because of Julie's feet and lower legs across the dashboard we headed towards Three Bridges once more. After two miles in the blackness I came to the new roundabout. I was sure I picked the right exit but I really could not understand which prankster had put orange cones across the road. Being so cramped in the car it was some challenge to manoeuvre around the cones and onto the road, but I managed it, dodging a JCB tractor parked at a careless angle. I really could not comprehend what was going on that night and thought someone ought to complain to the Council as I passed various unlit road rollers, diggers and road making machinery supposedly abandoned along the length of road. Once again I found I had to navigate around orange cones to get on to the next roundabout before completing the final stretch to Three Bridges. There were cheers when we got home having saved my friend's sister and I really do forget how much more alcohol was consumed in what was left of the night.
Next day, after taking the right road to Tally-Ho to tidy up from the night before I discovered I had probably been the first member of the public to enjoy the new by-pass which was not due to be opened for a couple more months. We also discovered that our galvanised bucket punch had been 'good stuff'. It appeared many guests had been so inebriated they had not been aware there were neat archways you could go through and had simply walked through the ten foot high hedges without noticing. The TR7 is something I should never have bought. How I ever lived long enough to sell it I will never know, but I can't look at it now, it is so awful..
Strobist: One SB-900 with blue gel mounted on models belt pointing at the mirror behind her. One SB-800 in front of model with a Honl grid. Triggered with Nikon CLS.
Trigger. Giant. Majestic. Photographed in 1985 at the Roy Rogers and Dale Evans Museum in Victorville, CA. The museum is now located in Branson, MO. Scan of a photo print.
Strobist info: Elinchrom PRO HD 500, above lens with walimex 90cm octagone softbox, white reflector below lens.Triggered with Elinchrom Skyport.
Back to doing another Blazblue shoot & as Noel back on the roster again. Was a hassle trying to get this night shoot to work w/o my lightstand or my triggers at that moment, but I made it work out somehow.
Noel Vermillion | Blazblue
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Image captured using Fujifilm Finepix W3 3D camera in MPO file format.
If you want to view in full (3840x1080) image quality on the new *LG or *Panasonic 3D TV, message me (with e-mail address) and let me know what picture you're interested in.
* Can be viewed via USB input on the LG or Panasonic (2011 models) 3D TV's.
strobist info: flash con paraguas blanco translucido a 45 grados por la izquierda disparado con cactus V4
Strobist info :
1 Yongnuo YN 460 II 1/2 power with stofen straight on the subject.
Triggered with Cactus V5.
I wish I could have such a huge inventory of Heineken to enjoy enlessly.
Finally I finished the enclosure and the breadboard for my own HIVIZ Multi-trigger.
I changed the enclosure a little bit by making 3 sectors for the functionality.
For the Dutch panel lay-out, I used an aluminum offset plate (for printing).
If you want to make yours, find all info on www.hiviz.com.
Look here for a setup and see this trigger "at work"
80's pop sensation Information Society alive and well. Photographed with a beauty dish, held above and pointing down, triggered with a PC cable, bare sb800 behind the band triggered with a pocket wizard.
Day 181 of 365 - Trigger Happy
Couldn't come up with anything very creative today... so here is me taking a picture of my remote trigger with the remote trigger....