Fall color hasn’t hit the North Country yet, so everything is pretty foggy and green, generally speaking. Leave it to the Mooster to find the one swatch of foliage with an RGB heartbeat. I swear to God he’s like a water witcher, wandering the otherwise drab forest, holding his D3X out in front of him, eyes closed, feeling the pixels tug him this way and that. We all followed him, chanting. Found this little stoplight of a tree and shot the hell out of it.
Even I got in on the act. Used the Nikkor 70-300mm, which, is small, handy dandy and damn sharp for a lens I coulda sworn was made outta ashtray glass. Slammed my D3 into rainbow (otherwise known as vivid), which is not a mode I generally use, and blasted away. This uh, really red rendition popped up in my browser and I damn near wet myself. I didn’t have to have a conversation and the thing didn’t have an appointment or moods. Cool. I gotta do more of this landscape stuff.
Heading south. Home for one night, then into Pennsylvania for the Geographic. Yep, shooting for the yellow border gang in the exotic wilds of Pa., which is mostly, you know, pretty rural. My daughter Caity, who lives near Scranton, describes it as Philadelphia and Pittsburgh with Alabama in between. She says a routine grocery store run for her neighbors is, you know, milk, bread, eggs, dip and ammo.
But yeah, this is often the kind of locale I often get sent to for Nat Geo. Nick Nichols figures out how to walk across Africa. Steve McCurry wanders the colorful markets of Mumbai. Dave Harvey gets sent to wherever there’s attractive women. I go to Allentown.
It’s cool, though, cause the story’s really worthwhile, and it’s great to keep shooting editorially in an era where the picture departments at many magazines consider themselves a Goodwill drop off bin. I got a bunch more to do on this right though the fall. Happy about that.
DLWS was pretty much the routine giggle fest it usually is. Lots of fun, instruction and good pix. Demo’d hi speed sync with a leaping, one light rendition of lovely Stephanie Cross.
Turned around shooting this and found Toby Miller watching the events. Toby’s a great guy and a good shooter but I think all the pre-dawn communing with the trees had taken it’s toll, cause he looked for all the world like Eor with a tripod. I swear the only reason he was upright was that he had his chin bolted somehow to the ball head. He graciously remained right where he was for this portrait.
Then he gamely tried matching Steph for a leap.
Steph is effortlessly levitating, and Toby’s stressin’ a bit, trying for some hang time.
It was fun out there, wherever we were. Coming from a place where they number the streets, I get disoriented pretty easy with the leaves and trees and all. More tk….