This is what happens when you try to save 5 peanuts on the model agency fee. It’s the, “OMG! – What do I do now?” blur.
This is what happens when you try to save 5 peanuts on the model agency fee. It’s the, “OMG! – What do I do now?” blur.
No fancy prose this week. I actually could’ve used last week’s image again, it was a ghostly blur. But as others have pointed out, we photographers produce a whole bunch of “creatively” blurred images that work with this challenge. So here’s the first type of blur from me – Almost Blur.
When you’re almost in the right place, at the right time, with the right camera, right lens, right shutter speed, right ISO, right aperture and right focus – this happens. If only I had been on the other side of the small trees. Almost . . .
Found this guy sitting on top of a large dead tree on my way home from World Eagle Day (more about that later).
On cold wintry night when wind answers wolf’s howl, while lights flicker like fleeting fire flames, and barren branches cast eerie movement on frosted windows until fearful moon hides behind darkened cloud, with glass of Amontillado as last pixels fade, erasing words Vincent ushered from Poet’s beating heart, soon to be seen . . . nevermore, ephemeral souls departed, move cold draft on face and for digital sensors, leave trace.
Okay. It was my fault. I should have bought the second battery for the DSLR. Time for a pinch hitter then. “You, 8 years old ‘advanced’ point and shoot 5 mp, get off the bench and knock one over the fence for me.”