~31mm or 50mm 1.4 lens
~1 memory card, 2 if you plan to do weddings, capable of holding 500 maximum quality jpegs each
~external hot-shoe compatible flash with swivel and/or pivot capabilities
~a piece of neutrally-coloured fabric (white, light beige, light grey) that is a) wrinkle-free or b) wrinkles nicely (muslin works well and is relatively cheap...) that is about 8ft - 10ft wide by 10ft or more long for draping ugly stuff or tacking up on the wall (tab-style curtains from your local dept store work well, too)
These are things that you can collect over time, adding to your versatility as a photographer.
~zoom lens, 70mm - 200mm range, preferably f2.8 or smaller though f3.5 will work
~wide angle lens
~release, wired or wireless - the magicalest-est tool EVER for getting difficult kids (and parents) to have their picture taken...
~tripod - nice for doing a series of portraits that all need to be similar (like headshots for your kids' soccer team) and for playing with in the dark
~backdrop stand - sew a tube at the top of any kind of fabric you have and voila
~dark or black backdrop for doing those low-key high contrast photos
~strobe kit (you can pick up an inexpensive but effective set of 2 multi-purpose strobes with up to 4 umbrellas for under $200 including shipping and duty on eBay - just make sure you get ones that say 'shoot-through' umbrellas and wireless sync)
A note about using the same location: if you are going to be doing photos in one location (including a permanent or makeshift studio in your home) you *may* want to mix things up with some fun props; these can be anything from a little sheepskin Ikea rug or a nice wicker basket and fluffy white towel for photographing newborns, to a miniature park bench, table and chairs, or rocking chair for younger children; tall stools or a funky wooden chair or two for seating variety; a set of blocks or juggling balls that spell 'boy' and 'girl' for maternity sessions (dry-erase markers write on skin and flake off easily, too). For glamour portraits you may want to look into buying some gauzy or sheer fabric, some peacock feathers, or some long gloves and beads. Any second-hand store is a treasure trove of inexpensive props, often yeilding the most amazing fun stuff for a song! And even if you normally wouldn't shop there, I have to tell you that my favourite place to look for fabric is in the $1.97 bin at WalMart. I've found everything from fun fur and oriental brocades to sassy stripes and polka dots, from shiny satins to gossamer organzas... all for $1.97 a metre - LURVE IT!!!
The oroiginal artists... the Tommy Seebach disco version is hilarious, though...
I was out camera looking last night. I was leaning towards the Canon Rebel XTi, but then a lil Nikon caught my eye. It was the Nikon D80. I am also a leftie and have a learning curve with all of the buttons and dials being on the right side.
What should I be thinking about in terms of a camera/body/lenses etc. I think for what I want to do, would mostly be indoor photography and some outdoor I would think...
Can you help me figure this out?! I don't want to purchase the WRONG camera as it will be a HUGE purchase for me!!! EEEK!! So exciting.
At the end of the day, you could sit and split hairs over everything from MP to the colour of the neckstrap and there will be discrepancies across the board in terms of features and functions. As I always say, it isn't about the camera anyways - it's about the photographer. I did a random read up on the Nikon D80 and on two of the sites I visited it scored higher user satisfaction than the Canon XTi, while on two other sites it scored lower (Pentax scored the highest customer satisfaction rating on 3 of hose 4 -YAY Pentax!!! lol); there were several comments from users who crossed platforms lamenting that their new Canon certainly wasn't their old Nikon. However, the Canon XTi is currently the #1 selling entry-level dSLR on the market, and internet reviews aren't really the best measure (how do we know Canon users aren't just thet ype to hate . Having seen a couple of them in the workshops, they are fine little machines in terms of what they will take a picture of, but the Canon set-up just is not comfortable for me - the buttons don't feel like they are where they 'should' be to me. I seriously debated going to Nikon when I upgraded this time but after going to the store and manhandling a few cameras, ended up remaining a loyal Pentax customer.
On the day we were scheduled to shoot, V's daughter, who used to babysit my sons way back when, asked if her and her boyfriend (little D, no relation to big D) could join for a family picture. Of course, I said yes! If you ever scroll through my albums and see a poi (fire) spinner, that's G!
Of course G, not to be outdone by her mother, had her own little announcement to make. Congratulations on the pending marriage to V & big D, and on the pending baby to G & little D!!! (V - a grandma - what a hoot!!!!)
(And you're right, V&G - little D does have a nice smile with teeth.) LOL!!!
Sounds like bicycle time to me.
I encourage you to scroll through other photographers' pictures and see if you can identify the creative intent behind the DOF used.
Any tips? Probably using natural light (if there is enough light) or the built in flash on my camera.
I want the photos to look fabulous!! Can you help me?! I am thinking full body shots, or waist up type shots.
Click on the slideshow to view the images larger; when you get into the album, open the 'more info' tab to the right - it will show you the ISO, aperture, and shutter speed. (I didn't include one f-stop because it was REALLY motion-blurry lol)
We're having fettucine with chicken, pesto and sundried tomatoes (the girls will eat the noodles with shaky cheese, hold the pesto...) and chocolate fondue for dessert.
What's for dinner tonight, y'all?
Bless her little heart, she requests this... again... and again... and again...
I was wondering... how do you feel about chopped limbs/hands/feet in portraits? Do you think it ruins the image? Or is it something that doesn't bother you too much?
I only ask because on one of the forums I'm on, it's like committing a deadly sin. But when I browse through many very professional photographers that I LOVE, they all seem to chop. What do you think?
Honestly, that kind of mob mentality is what turns me right off a lot of so-called semi-pro and pro organizations. There are technical and design elements that any person can be taught. Any monkey who knows the Rule of Thirds and the Rule of Red, never chops off a hand or a foot, who knows how to turn their camera onto auto can call themselves a photographer. If they can run a few actions they downloaded for Photoshop, they're considered genius. They create the vast majority of homogenized work I see out there. Formulaic bores me to death.
Now - because I do a fair bit of technical critiquing, I am often able to tell people what is formulaically wrong with their pictures. There was one fellow that I noticed in his body of work a tendency for every subject to be centred, only he was just slightly off centre by about the same amount in pretty much every picture. I suggested he shot crooked like I do, to which he replied it was intentional. He was covering his ass for his sloppy shooting, of course, but I can guarantee that the next time he notices it, it will be intentional. At that point, he KNOWS the rule, and is CHOOSING to break it.
It's the people who know the rules and disobey them that make waves, that make it difficult to pigeon hole them, especially if they disobey admirably or in a striking way. There have been times when I have accidentally shot a little too tight and I've lost just the fingers or the toes - that looks weird to me - but if the rest of the image is balanced, the lighting is great, everyone is smiling and looking at the camera, etc. and so forth, I'm not going to fret over some missing toes. I would, if anything, chop off MORE hands and feet (so it looks intentional) before passing it off as 'unusable.' Honestly, when is the last time you ever heard of any client saying, "Gee, I really like this shot. Too bad you can't see my husband's other foot though." I put far more value on what the client has to say about it. If the client hates it, then there's a problem. If another photographer hates it, well - they aren't the ones paying me. I don't care for a lot of work done by a lot of photographers - does it matter? Nope. I'm not the client. A lot of photographers don't care for my work - does it matter? Nope. They're not the client.
Luckily for us photographer types, there is no wrong or right. What I think is bad photography is dreamy to others and what I find stunning probably scares other people a little bit lol. Technically I am sure people would rip a lot of my work right apart - I'm not a technical photographer at all lol
some neighbors have invited us for dinner, we haven't been there before or socialized much with them before.
i only eat chicken/turkey, my family will eat other meats.
what is proper etiquette for my "chicken only" situation? do i mention it? or do i just eat the side dishes only if they serve beef or pork or something? i don't plan to mention it as i'm used to eating the things i choose and i don't mind not having meat for dinner, however then it can be all awkward if they notice why i'm not eating the beef? LOL
i've never really had to worry about this before, as we don't get invited anywhere except by people we know well.
what to do?
My husband loves bacon. My children love bacon. I leave the house when bacon is cooking - YELCH! Hope doesn't dig on swine.
Location: 12212 - Jasper Avenue, Room 204
What to bring: your camera and accessories, owner's manual, pen and paper
Don't forget: your memory card and fresh batteries!!!
She thinks of her children, carefully dressed in equally generic clothes, cutting off exterior tags, ensuring the pocket labels are removed, whether they come from Gap or Zellers. This is not to mask their income or lack of income, but rather to avoid her children developing an idea that somehow a label on the back pocket of their jeans puts them above or below someone else. Unfortunately, the kids with the designer labels have been taught that they are indeed above those who do not display their apparent wealth on their pants. She cringes to think her children are being abused because of it, because of parents, intentionally or not, recklessly breeding a sense of superiority into their kids on something as superficial as the brand of clothes they are dressed in.
The woman knows this is nothing new. She suffered the pain of being the one not in designer labels as a child, because there simply wasn't money to do it. As she grew older, it became a point of contention, something to stand up against and prove a point. Even once she had the income to afford such luxuries as brand name clothing, she refused to succumb. And yet she debates herself, day in and day out, whether she isn't doing her children a disservice by not allowing them the social status that comes with wearing the right pants. Would her children be more liked within the school population? Would the teachers treat them with more respect? Would they do better in sports? Would their self-esteem rise? Would they be less likely to dabble in narcotics or hang out with gangs? Surely it's ridiculous to ponder these things. Surely.
Despite the forecast calling for temperatures in the -20C range, he isn't wearing any kind of gloves or scarf, and his male pattern baldness is on display for anyone who cares to look. I imagine he works in a warehouse office, middle management of some sort, a paper pusher who really couldn't describe what he does all day except it involves a lot of miniature crisis management, like making irate phonecalls to Toshiba to try and figure out why the red light on the boss's phone won't stop blinking. Once upon a time he'd have been called a secretary; he doesn't have anyone to supervise, yet the title on the engraved tag to which his punched plastic name label is affixed says instead, 'Floor Supervisor.'
On the weekends, his buddies and him play old school D&D. While sitting around in his basement suite on the dilapidated sectional he got from his buddy when his buddy got married and his wife made him buy new furniture they'll hash out the weeks' events. "How was work?" someone will ask. He'll talk big about his job to his buddies, making it sound Very Important and Stress-Riddled, peppering it with just the right amount of disdain for his suboardinates and disrespect for his superiors to seem adequately disgruntled. According to him, everyone he works with is an idiot, the people he deals with outside the office are all morons, and the delivery people in the warehouse couldn't find their own asses with a GPS and a guide dog. Secretly, he loves his job.
I hear a faint electronic ringtone that sounds vaguely familiar. From the pocket of the dated leather jacket he probably got as a grad present in 1990 he pulls out a cell phone and nods, slips, sprints for the bus doors, nods again, saying, "Yeah... Yeh, yeah - I'm heading in to the office as we speak..." As he hangs up, the door closes, and I place the ringtone: Dr. Feelgood.
I thought that in the meantime for your amusement, as a thank you for your patience and understanding of my absence, I would offer you the following: There are little snippets I have time to think about as I absentmindedly pedal my ass back and forth from work, and one of my favourite things is making up stories about people I see while I'm riding. I note physical characteristics or traits, and postulate about the rest of their lives. Following is a character sketch from the point of view of the cyclist, based on a man I saw on my way to work today.
There is too much road slurpee debris along the edge of Whyte for me to take to the street without being in traffic, so I choose safety over speed. Tall cumbersome fella comes lumbering up the middle of the sidewalk across the Mill Creek Bridge, methodically stepping ~boom-boom-boom-boom~ to the beat of some unseen drum. Strung about his neck is one of those giant lunchbox dealies, the huge soft-bodied ones with the zipper that goes 3/4 of the way around the top. He is wearing it like bling, the giant pouch bouncing ryhthmically against his chest ~boom-boom-boomb-boom~ his puffy insulated locket holding the promise of so much Saran-wrapped and Ziploc'ed lunchroom bliss. He can see himself pacing, savouring his macaroni-bologna-on-Wonderbread-with-bright-happy-yellow-mustard sandwich as he waits for his Boyardee in the microwave to beep. His patience will soon enough rewarded with heaping plastic spoonfuls of tomato-ey noodle goodness. Despite his blank stare dead-ahead, he doesn't see me. I ring my bell and he starts, but eyes me sheepishly rather than swearing or scowling. Even a cyclist on the sidewalk can't ruin the thought of Boyardee for lunch...
Name: Amber Lee
Location: Red Deer, AB
Camera(s): Sony Cybershot DSC-P72 3.2MP, and just got a Canon Digital Rebel XT from Santa...
Why do you take pictures?
Taking pictures is a way to express myself and my passions. I can capture the essence of a person and show to others what it is I see.
Who has been your greatest mentor?
The person who introduced me to the camera was my high school shop teacher. He taught me how to use a 35mm and taught me dark room processing. I fell in love with photography the minute I picked up the camera. Since then, I have been nothing but supported and encouraged by friends and family. I would say that those people have been my greatest mentors.
How would you define your style?
My style is definitely unconventional and extremely versatile. My style varies, as I am a flexible photographer. I believe my work to be of a unique and undefined style.
What would the ultimate photo shoot be?
Being that I love fashion, design, sewing, I would like to blend my passion for all three. My ideal photo shoot would involve historical locations, and a modern take on glamorous and classical attire. The ultimate photo shoot for me would be to form a collection of clothing involving the history and beauty of an antique era, shot in an old, run down, abandoned location as though it had never been forgotten about.
Hope Walls of ticdesign says:
Amber was strutting her stuff on a critiquing site on Facebook and from the moment I saw her work, I was all over her like white on rice. She’s not only an amazing photographer, but makes incredible costumes as well. You really MUST get to know this girl...
This version of L-O-V-E is our wedding song. Thank you, Kate, for sharing it - it makes me smile because it reminds me of two people I love very much, my husband, and you.
It was my first ever junior high school dance. I was wearing a mint green pantsuit and pink lace-up jelly shoes. I had joined the badminton team for him. I would have hot flashes when I passed him in the hallway. I got dizzy when he talked to me. He asked me to dance to this song. I could have died happy that night. ~swoon~ I knew RC as 'Tigger' back then, and when he graduated from grade nine at the end of that school year, having never asked me for a second dance let alone a date, I thought I'd never feel the same again about another boy - that raw, innocent, pure attraction that kinda knocks the wind out of you. Thanks for the dance, Tigger, wherever you are...
I never crushed that hard again until I fell in love with my would-be husband when he was just 17, and I was 21. Though we'd known each other for 7 years by then, we were at very different places. We dated only for a few months, then lost track of each other for a few years. Last thing we knew of one another, I had married someone else, and he had moved to Ottawa.
Then, one fateful day at Tim Horton's we bumped into each other, older, time-worn, both of us separated from the other parents of our children. A year after that fateful reunion we bought our home together, and made Serejane.
I suppose I should have posted this on January 1st, which is our actual wedding anniversary, but after 20 years I think we are both comfortable knowing that no matter what comes our way, we'll always wait for each other.
I love you, Bill. Happy Anniversary.
I love all the pictures, but the one of Sam holding Daddy's finger just chokes me up and cracks me up at the same time, since my Dad was the KING of, "Pull my finger." I wish I would have gotten a chance to show him this picture - he'd have really enjoyed it. Thank you, Sam and Daddy, for inadvertently giving me the best last smile of 2007 possible.
Mom, Dad - I'll have ALL the proofs done by the end of the day Saturday. Sadly there won't be time to get any prints, but you can have a CD to take with you!!! Happy trails!
Mushy music rules.
I was head over heels in love with Peter Cetera for many many years. And, he's pluckin' a 12-string, Daddy!