Thursday, September 23, 2010
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
A springtime Sunday morning in Tasmania has its moments of bliss. Clifton Beach, September 2010.
Theme Thursday yet again, and the insurgency enters another week...
As long-time subscribers of this blog would know, I am a fan of the sunburst. For many in the photographic world, shooting into the sun is a cardinal sin. Well, as Jesus himself said, we are all sinners!
Today, this is my sin.
You see, for me the sunburst brings a FOUDROYANT tone to proceedings. Honestly, I defy anybody to look at that photograph above and deny the FOUDROYANT quality that exudes from the ‘Heaven and Earth’ composition.
This part is easy: Get down low, sand on the knees, make sure that Jen and Ez are in the shot (and Henry isn’t just about to get in the way), check that the aperture is such that the sun isn’t going to blow the whole image out, make sure the cliffs at the far end are in shot, beach = tick, ocean = tick, clouds = tick, = grassy dunes = tick. Take as many shots as possible before everybody moves!
[Consider this a STRETCH...]