I just recently received an e-mail from SmugMug saying that it is my one year anniversary and is time to renew my account. Also, sometime this month, it will be time to decide if I wish to renew my yearly subscription at Kelby Training.

Last year, I let my Lenswork subscription expire, as well as the one from Outdoor Photographer. More than likely, I’ll let my Kelby Training subscription, which is $199/year, expire. I only used it a couple of times, so it really wasn’t worth it. As for SmugMug, I don’t know. I like the service, but I just don’t update my gallery that much. This is one of those cases, though, where it doesn’t hurt much to keep it. It’s only $59/year, or something like that. Also, now that I’m messing with CSS, I might try my hand, again, at maintaining my own gallery, but it’s not a top priority.

I guess that for the most part, I like to try something, see if it is useful, then let it go if it isn’t. Why keep paying? In this economy, that might be pretty foolish! :-) There is nothing wrong with these products, but I think that they have a shelf life, so to speak.

Have you found any subscriptions, relating to your photography, that you continue to renew?

 


Another ‘unseasonably’ warm day. It’s about 71 degrees, so Hobbs and I decided to go to the park. It didn’t take much convincing! We took off and went to Reedy Creek to go and play in the woods. Well, Hobbs played and I watched.

As I frequent this park, I know which trails are used the most, so I picked the least used trail that I knew of, went in, and let Hobbs have the run of the place. No leash. No restraints. He had a good 1/2 hour of running and then decided that maybe he was a bit thirsty. So after a brief stop at the water fountain, a few pets on the head by a 5-year old girl, we went back to the trail. At this point, Hobbs was not so much interested going again, he wanted to return to the car and head back home. Funny, he was a lot calmer on the way home!

So, after a brief, but fun, 45 minutes, we returned home. Hobbs had to suffer the indignities of a bath, but now he is sleeping peacefully at my feet all nice and clean and smelling good and probably dreaming about nosin’ around in the woods.

 


This morning: Slightly before sunrise

“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”

I usually don’t give Groundhog Day much of a thought. Here in the U.S., Groundhog Day, February 2nd, is the day when Punxsutawney Phil, a groundhog and official weather prognosticator, gives his official forecast as to the remaining length of winter. Will we be from winter’s grasp early or will winter hang on for 6 more weeks. If it is a sunny day and Phil sees his shadow, that means 6 more weeks; however, should the mid-winter point bring a cloudy day and Phil doesn’t see his shadow, all is well. Phil’s prediction this year: 6 more weeks of cold, hard, winter.

I didn’t realize that this tradition is practiced in several places around the world, such as Germany, England, and Scotland. To my knowledge, we are the only ones who use a groundhog, though. :-) Here’s a history, if you are interested. In Germany, it’s called Candlemas Day.

Well, I think that Phil is wrong again this year. At least he’s starting out pretty badly. Yesterday, here in Charlotte, it was a nice, sunny 75 degrees. Today calls for mostly sunny and 71. Oh well, Phil, can’t win them all! It did look like he could have been right, as the first couple of days after Feb 2nd, things were cold indeed. We had some morning temperatures in the upper teens! 17, 18, 19 degrees Fahrenheit! Brrr.

Phil’s skill as a prognosticator, it should be mentioned, are limited. His success rate is only 39%, but that may not be too bad, especially when you’re looking 6 weeks out. Perhaps he’s better than the local weather men who have computer models, satellite imagery, etc. and still only manage to get it right about 1/2 of the time even 2 days out, let alone 6 weeks!

I really like these old wives’ tales and traditions.

 


Glide
It wasn’t a resolution, but merely a nice thought. At the beginning of the year, I thought that I’d like to post a picture and some decent commentary every day. Also, I’d like to go out and take at least one picture every day and use it with a daily post. Well, things didn’t work out that way. Sometimes I’m tired. Sometimes I’m busy. Other times, I’m not in the mood, which seems hard to believe because I’m usually in the mood to take pictures! :-)

There are some, though, who relentlessly post pictures nearly every day, like Andreas. Well, he’s under pressure merely from the name of his site: The Daily Photography of Andreas Manessinger. I don’t think that I want that kind of pressure. ;-)

Anyway, I appreciate their tenacity because I do know that life tends to get in the way, sometimes and we don’t always have time or feel like taking the camera out for a spin and then posting something. So, I thought that I’d just give a shout-out and say thanks! You do it when I’m too tired to do it, so I’ll just read yours!

 


Hurry! There and back!
Has it really been six months that I’ve been in Charleston? 26 weeks?!!! It’s been quite an experience, but the most overwhelming experience of it all has been the sense of tiredness. There’s never a place to rest.

There’s a constant shifting of one place to the other. By the time that I get used to being in Charleston, it’s time to go back to Charlotte. When I spend 3 nights in Charlotte (Friday, Saturday, Sunday), I almost get used to being at home, then it’s time to go again. No rest.

Today we had an all-hands meeting of our team. There are about 15 of us, divided into 3 teams. When I first got here in Charleston, I was an individual contributor. Just another worker bee. I liked it. Some 2 months after I had been here, I was chosen, nominated, and elected as technical team leader for my team, which now consists of 5 people, myself included. I’ve become quite fond of my team. As I sat at the table this afternoon, I looked at the faces of those that I have come to know over the last 6 months and, suddenly, a great tiredness overcame me. I thought that eventually I’d have to part ways with these people that I’ve come to like very much and return home. Another separation.

I think that working out of town is similar to constantly pulling on a rubber band. Initially, when the rubber band is new, it is very elastic and bounces back quickly. Gradually, as you continue to stretch it to its limit over and over again, it starts to loose some of its elasticity and it takes a bit longer to regain its former shape. Many are the times when I feel like staying here in Charleston, just so I won’t have to feel that Friday evening ‘stretch’ and then again on Sunday/Monday, but I know that I would miss my family terribly if I couldn’t see them for 2 weeks. For whatever reason, this has been a particularly difficult week. Some are better than others. Kudos to those of you who have survived this for much longer periods than 6 months.

I’m still surviving, to be sure, and it’s nice to have a place to write down my feelings about this as well as to share a few pictures, too. I know that I’ll rebound, but this week, as I said, has been difficult and I’m exhausted, so it’s kind of difficult to come up with interesting topics to post. :-)

Note: About the picture. Yes, I took it while I was driving. It was about 5:00 AM. I had my camera on the seat, 50mm 1.8 mounted, and I let the auto focus do its thing. I took about 10 shots and one of the came out in focus. This is a very familiar sight. I lock the cruise control on 80 MPH and pretty much keep it there for the whole journey.

 


4:30 AM
I’m following Doug Stockdale’s series and am really interested in the concept of mood. Certainly, I’ve thought about it before, but have not put in much time thinking about this aspect of post processing. It seems to work particularly well in B&W, if you think about what mood you want to convey.

So, inspired by his Insomnia series, I’ve embarked on recording my own journey back and forth between Charlotte and Charleston. Honestly, I don’t know if this ‘project’ will make it to fruition, or if it’s just another side street to distract me. Either way, putting some effort into showing mood will be beneficial, project or not.

This photo is of the place where I stop every time that I am heading back to Charlotte. It’s located off of I-77, exit 83 in Rock Hill, SC. It’s a large truck stop and had, formerly, the cheapest gas for 200 miles, at least in the direction that I travel. This morning was my first attempt to photograph it. I think that I’ll need to photograph it a few more times before I can establish what I want to say about it. Actually, I’m not sure.

It’s the only bright spot around these parts. Everything else is country roads, woods, and plain old darkness. Perhaps a shot from up the road showing the desolation. Maybe it’s not about that, but about a familiar place along the road. Who knows. I don’t, yet. We’ll see what develops over the coming weeks. I think that this particular location will depend on my tiredness factor, how soon I want to get back on the road, etc. When I stop here, I still have about 170 miles to go, so I don’t tarry long. I want to get in, get out, and keep moving. :-)

One photograph that really appealed to me, visually, was this one posted by Andreas. Very moody. Very cinematic. A nice feeling of loneliness and vulnerability. Looking at the edge of the umbrella, at the top of the frame, you gets the sense of being a predator, or at least a stalker.

 


Time out
High school basketball offers nearly unparalleled access to the game. All tickets are general admission, so if you can find a seat right behind the bench, it’s yours for the taking. Usually, I will not sit in this area because it’s rather difficult to see the game with the coach pacing back and forth along the sidelines and the players going on and coming of the court.

However, on Friday, I decided to sit with my wife for a bit. Usually, I’m hanging out underneath the basket for a couple of quarters, but decided to keep my seat for the duration. I arrived just before the tip-off and my wife had secured a seat right behind the bench. I was one row behind the players. This photo, barely cropped, was taken with a 50mm lens. I was just that close!

As I’m constantly on the lookout on new areas to photograph, I thought that I’d pay attention to the goings on on the bench. From my view, I could see, and hear, everything that happened during a time out. I could also see and hear the ‘words’ being dispensed by both coaches and players alike when things turned sour. :-) It was quite entertaining. At one point, I saw our coach, pictured here, take of his jacket, slam it on the seat, and resume pacing. I wish that I had been expecting that. It would have been a great shot. He’s normally such a mild-mannered man. I would have never expected, but that just shows what a rookie I am in this regard.

I was actually splitting my attention between the game and the sidelines, but more focused on the game, so I missed some of the sideline action. I would guess that I could get better shots of the sideline when Tony is not in the game. It’s a parent thing! Parent first, photographer second.

It was, though, very interesting to see Tony sitting on the sideline, waiting to get in. I could tell that he was ‘chomping at the bit’ because, he had his jacket off, was leaning forward, his legs were shaking, and he kept fidgeting in the chair.

Interesting views from behind the bench! I keep coming up with these interesting SoFoBoMo ideas. :-) I must be ready to go! I need to write this stuff down!

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