Orange hour on orange Friday

Orange hour on orange Friday

Alrighty then. Now the pressure is on.  

So how do these things work?  

It did take me to submit an RMA for returning the filters before I thought that I should try to fit them the other way around.

Oops. 

So now I’m in the Nikon family after 20 years in the Canon family.  It’s a bit weird. 

And after laying out more than 5 large, I’m a bit concerned that I can’t see a histogram until after I shoot.  My G12 can, why wouldn’t the D810?

Alrighty then. Now the pressure is on.

So how do these things work?

It did take me to submit an RMA for returning the filters before I thought that I should try to fit them the other way around.

Oops.

So now I’m in the Nikon family after 20 years in the Canon family. It’s a bit weird.

And after laying out more than 5 large, I’m a bit concerned that I can’t see a histogram until after I shoot. My G12 can, why wouldn’t the D810?

Flashback

After a bottle of white burgundy (Marsannay), some duck hearts, and a huge gougère at the Urchin Bistro, I’m having a moment and flashing back to Avant Comptoir and munching on boudin noir and some other really amazing stuff.

Oh French food… You are so tasty.

Camping in the Truckee/Donner area last weekend, I was a no show for the barbecue dinner. But can you really blame me? For shots like these, it was worth missing the food and instead sitting there on my own in a ravine for three hours taking over 70 shots.

When I got there, things looked promising with cumulus clouds in the distance to the east. Then, to my dismay, a layer clouds broke off and covered the sky promising the dullest orange hour ever.

But faith and patience paid off as the clouds parted and stitched themselves into the most glorious display imaginable. Indeed, even without the oil paint filter—these look like oil paintings!

It was entirely worth the cold dinner that awaiting me back at the camp.

Oh dear; the frankenphoto processing is getting out of hand.

Roadtrip?!?

Roadtrip?!?

Farmer’s market, Uzes, France-

Ah memories.  Back before I had the power to make frankenphotos, the original developing on this photo resulted in yellows on the tablecloth that printed heinously on the test print.  So after some reprocessing and frankenphotosizing, perhaps an image that can be added to the kitchen gallery and keep reminding us of a drizzly Saturday afternoon and some vin chaud.  And olives.

Farmer’s market, Uzes, France-

Ah memories. Back before I had the power to make frankenphotos, the original developing on this photo resulted in yellows on the tablecloth that printed heinously on the test print. So after some reprocessing and frankenphotosizing, perhaps an image that can be added to the kitchen gallery and keep reminding us of a drizzly Saturday afternoon and some vin chaud. And olives.

Lunch @ Nobu Malibu-

The omikase lunch menu (the $100 version) with an added crabcake with uni bernaise sauce, dolphins frolicking in Santa Monica Bay, and stormy skies overhead really can transport you. Who cares that the airbnb arrangement was a complete fail and that we hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before.

SoCal weekend-

After too much coffee, we needed a wheat grass shot. It came complete with cocktail umbrella and a strawberry.

Then it was back out into the blazing sun.