Photographic Yoga

What’s up with me lately?  Well I must say I have had a love/hate relationship with photography lately.  I still love photography but I hate the photographer’s block I get at times.  I know the only way to get to the other side of the block is to push through it.  So here’s my attempt at pushing:

Well, that’s about as long as I can stay focused right now.  I’ll be back once I get these photos organized.  I’m so excited to show you my newest project.

“Time may change me but I can’t trace time.”

Some exciting changes coming soon.  And I’m not just talking about the grand finale of LOST.

I was monkeying around in Lightroom and discovered the slider on the clarity option.  Or whatever I’m trying to say.  Sometimes I get bold and mess with all of the settings but a lot of times I don’t always see a difference.  Tonight I discovered the clarity adjustment that makes photos look like soap opera lighting.  For lack of a better subject…check out these romantic light bulbs and the plain old light bulbs.  Yep, just light bulbs.

May I just start out this post by posing this question…Daylight savings time.  Why?  I feel like I’ve been jet lagged since Saturday night.  It’s only one hour.  How can it have such and effect on my body like this.  I’m a zombie.  And by the time I get equaled out, it will be time to fall back again.  Time flies whether you’re having fun or not.  Thank God, I am having fun.

So I was reading on some photography hacks, which I nearly enjoy as much as photography itself.  I really get a kick out of coming up with things on the fly or making do with stuff I already have.  I needed a lightbox and I searched online for ideas and found one guy who used a white fabric hamper from Ikea.  And guess who just happened to be at Ikea this weekend?

Here’s the setup.

I was going to test out the lightbox with an orange but my assistant decided to check out the box a little more closely.  Since he was sitting still I thought I’d snap a few pet headshots.  It just might be the next big thing

Checking the light.

Test shot.  I know you can see my redneck reflectors.  The orange was just a distraction to make the cat think I wasn’t photographing him, thus, catching him with his pants down.

The jig is up.  No GQ shoot for Coolio.  Aaaand he’s done.