now I'm really getting somewhere. . .
now I'm really getting somewhere. . .
Come to think of it, there was ONE moment when I felt as if I'd finally reached some comfortable understanding of photography basics:
I was on a trip in Northern/Central Calfornia. It was a road trip, and I brought two cameras. A Nikon D70 and a Graflex Crown Graphic. We were driving through Bishop, CA when I saw the most beautiful sky and this awesome shot across tumbleweeded and flat landscape into some blue mountains. I knew the digital was not going to cut it, so I stopped the RV, grabbed my Manfrotto tripod - heavy but REALLY sturdy, and jumped out the back. I noticed a fence in the way, and knew that if I wanted to really exxagerate my field of view, I could set up the camera on top of the RV and shoot angled down, in the terrible wind, and take the shot using an old Camera as a meter. I think it was a Canon AE-1. I metered for f16, and did some math to get an exposure for f45. I grabbed a film holder with some Velvia 100F in it, and climbed up there. The wind was terrible, but I got under the hood, focused to the hyperfocal point, took my little homemade focusing loupe, composed the image, slid the film in there, and tapped the shutter.
I knew I had finally come to the point where i could call myself a photographer because I knew what to do, I had the tools - or improvised - and bit the bullet to make things happen. It was scary to climb on top of a small RV in high wind (really high - the camera and I almost flew off) and with traffic screaming by at ungodly middle of nowhere speeds. I didn't have a focusing loupe, so I use the 50mm lens from the Canon, after metering the scene with it. I just saw the shot and knew I had to have it. And now I do. It is my prize shot and I have it in 4x5 chrome. I rule.