Magadog, Tampa Bays very own Ska Band formed in 1992 as part of the Third Wave with influences such as The Specials, and The Toasters graced my studio this past Thursday night for a photo-shoot. Continue reading »
Jun 192010
Jun 152010
I’m just not sure how I feel about this new trend of making new photographs look old. You see it on every photographer’s site now. Every shot in their portfolio has been made to look either old, sepia, or cross-processed (a trick discovered by accident when E-6 film gets processed in C-41 chemicals) and grunge overlays to destroy what was once a crystal clear image expressing every fine skin and hair detail that leaves non-pro’s in awe.
Sure, there are plug-ins for Photoshop that can make this all happen in minutes but those where made for non-pro’s and they show. No, I actually like the effect. The only issue I have is that when I’m taking photo’s of my loved ones I really don’t want to see these effects destroying those perfect image. I will save these effects for the Graduation/Senior photos and Bands and Artists but not real portraiture. Not unless a client really wants this look.
Jun 132010
I’m not really the type of person that likes to take vacations. It isn’t that I don’t know what to do, it’s just that I like to work and being involved but sometimes it is necessary to recoup your mind and step away from things including your home life.
This past week I have explored (a little more anyway) the Suncoast Trail, Dunedin, Ybor City (because of a Birthday) parts of Palm Harbor and finally saw the end in Tarpon Springs. I was sad when I reached the end actually. I wasn’t sure if there was just another section that continued down the road or if the Suncoast Trail really ended right there.
That’s my sad bike that I’ve had to had the bottom bracket serviced and two flat tires on this journey. If you look closely on the back tire you’ll see I pulled out one of the tubes I had to replace so i could grab my phone for a picture. The sum of my journey was to find some sort of end and this is it. Two red signs on aluminum post with nine reflectors each. Each telling me not to go flying 20 mph into a ditch (if I’m lucky) or the road just ahead.