I had two dawning realisations last week. Remember that film I told you I took part in at work? Well, I saw a rough cut of it. And it turns out that I don’t actually look how I thought I looked. It’s most discombobulating. Nobody sounds like how they think they do….I was ready for that. But, well, I just don’t look like me.
The other thing was also related to cameras, but I was the other side this time, which is always a better thing. At class last week we learned about depth of field and were sent out in the big wide world to manually set our ‘f numbers’ to achieve a few photos with a narrow depth of field and a few with a long depth of field. If this is as new to you as it is to me, ‘long’ means everything is in focus, narrow means part of it is. Kind of. I think. Our theme was ‘urban’.
So Himself and I set out like the good students that we are and I had a paddy in a coffee shop because I couldn’t blur the right bits and he could. But I got there in the end, sort of:
I don’t really like the long depth ones. They didn’t seem very exciting (and I don’t think I got them quite right anyway):
Until this next one, where I got a little more excitement than I bargained for and came to that second realisation:
And that is: Don’t get so involved in taking photographs that you don’t notice the car driving towards you while you lie on a car park floor. Ooops.
Next week we have to do an additional manual setting. Hopefully the theme will be a little less likely to get me squashed in the name of photography. But at least I’ll be my preferred side of the camera :o)