Apologies for yet another post of little worthwhile substance, but it’s been a funny, disorganised sort of week and my mind hasn’t sufficient capacity left for writing anything sensible or of value this week.
As mentioned previously, I got a new camera for my recent BIG birthday and haven’t yet fallen totally in love with it – it’s taking some getting to know and get the best from. I was concerned that there was actually a problem with it, I was getting a few totally out of focus shots, despite having focus lock confirmed, so I consulted fellow owners on a photography forum for advice.
After discussion of focus and exposure issues, I took it out for a walk yesterday – I needed to stretch my legs and get some fresh air and the 2Km reservoir walk we chose is local, has a good car park and provides just the kind of scene I’ve been having difficulty with.
So armed with some ideas to try and warm clothing I put it through its paces and whilst the scenery was very post-winter and drab looking and the weather very changeable – from bright low winter sunshine to big dollops of cold rain, I came away with a higher percentage of successful shots than I had been doing.
I shot these in a raw unprocessed format which is my usual practice with my DSLR and I think this will be the way to go, I was much happier with the image quality (at pixel level, in terms of sharpening, contrast etc.) and it fits nicely with my preferred work flow for post-processing images – I like working the images to my own taste rather than just accepting what the camera gives me.
I did however have to question one previously published theory – that dogs always carry the largest possible stick they can lift with their jaws. I was passed by a golder Labrador with a very trim stick in his mouth – it was about 2″ in diameter and about 15″ long – with very clean saw marks at each end. I suspect his owner, fearing for the safety of their shins, or perhaps having already come off badly after an encounter with the dog’s favourite walk-buddy – decided to create a stick of his own that was perfect for carrying and throwing and ensured rather less bruising. Mr Boo and I both spotted it simultaneously and pointed, laughing; the owner must have thought we were bonkers!