What could one want more than several versions of one’s beloved in the one place at the same time? Imagine the possibilities…
The most recent photography class was twofold (we couldn’t go to do starscapes because it was, typically, cloudy).
Firstly, we played with a cricket bat, a white umbrella and a strobe light with a long exposure, fast film speed and a large aperture. Again, the camera is a Nikon D70S; the strobe light was a cheapie from Maplin, and was a temperamental thing.
The procedure went thus: get cameras and models ready; turn on strobe light; turn out light; wait several minutes while strobe light got over its strop.
For reasons as yet unascertained, the strobe refused to play ball for a few moments after the lights were turned out. There was no light sensor that we could find; so we drew the conclusion that either there was a power surge that led it to fire spasmodically, like a drunken firefly, or that the pixies powering the thing were having some kind of a fit.
In any case, we made shapes – eventually – with swinging cricket bats and Singin’ in the Rain-style umbrella routines. And the sultry removal of a cardigan. Then we abandoned the props and went for Vitruvian Man.
Which, frankly, because of the poor behaviour of the strobe light ended up more like Dragonfly Man.
The second part of the lesson involved phototrickery – a short, sharp pointer in Photoshop. Photoshop is a marvellous thing, and learning to use it properly has been on my to-do list for quite some time (for professional as well as personal reasons).
So off we went, to set up some shots on the stairs and in the corridors. The tripod was set up, and the white-balance sorted out (a technical term, that). My beloved husband and supermodel posed in three positions on the stairs, and three photographs were duly taken.
There then followed some frolicking in the hallways, but we haven’t used them yet. The magic of Photoshop and its layers then took over! All in all, a good night’s work.