Continuing with reflections… Sitting on the couch, reading on my iPad, I noticed in the bright sunlight what a strong reflection there was coming off the glare on the tablet (with minor enhancing in Capture One). I had just received an email invitation to a self-portrait contest, so I thought here was an opportunity. It’s not really interesting enough to submit, but blogworthy, perhaps. Quick BTS below.
And this concludes the series of posts on last weekend’s trip to Cold Spring , New York and Nelsonville’s Undercliff Trail. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming
So I’ve got the great 5MP Dimage now (Autumn, 2003) but what to photograph? There’s always oneself. Self portrait in a bathroom medicine cabinet mirror with today’s black & white conversion and post-processing in Capture One.
There were several pointers for white allies at the rally from the last couple of posts. While, I generally felt I was following many of the suggestions, one where I have not been active is patronizing black-owned businesses. An easy step to take was to grab dinner from one of the many restaurants that are still serving take out. We went to Chocolat on 120th Street and Frederick Douglass Blvd and while we were waiting for our order, I took this self portrait half out the window. We can recommend the delicious salmon burger and shrimp quesadillas.
In isolation for months now, running out of things to turn my lens on so more self-portraits documenting the transformation in personal grooming I’ve been undergoing…
Another mirror self-portrait, this time shooting telephoto at 200mm (300mm e). Came out pretty well – pity about the subject.
This one shot in a mirror with the macro lens and the Litra cube held deeply enough under my face to shade my forehead but brighten my eye sockets.
Shot into an ancient door-mounted mirror with glare from the shoe-mounted Litra cube.
It was freezing in the apartment for some reason so I’d switched first to a sweater and then to a hoodie. Seeing myself in the mirror, I thought there’s one crazy, old, angry guy.
There was something really cool outside the window that evening I wanted to get. But just at the moment I was ready to snap the shutter, someone turned on all the lights and I got a totally different shot.