Just so you know, no forensic dummies were harmed in the making of these photos. But there is a new, to me at least, photo group in my area, and it’s led by a forensic photographer. This makes for interesting conversations because as she describes setting your camera a certain way she talks about how that setting would apply to her work; photographing blood spatter, or bullet wounds, or, gulp, the body. So when we went to a cemetery to shoot pictures and she asked if we wanted to recreate a crime scene I couldn’t help myself, I asked which one of us was going to be ‘the body’. But she said, “No, I have a head.”, and we all looked around at each other. LOL. My new van hasn’t been completely empty since I loaded it up and headed north, but what she carries around in her car is a heck of a lot more interesting, or possibly alarming, than what I carry with me It was a very interesting lesson, but my reaction was that it would be a tedious process to take the zillion photos and do it in such a manner that you haven’t distorted anything. If taken properly the photographs should allow investigators to recreate a crime scene very accurately. This gal created a specialty of forensic photography at Syracuse University because she saw a need, after realizing that in the past most of these forensic specialists were handed a camera and expected to take the pictures with no training at all. On the job training, I guess.
At any rate, these photos have nothing at all to do with me. It was just a setting with lots of light and shadows, and friends to spend time with. A great opportunity to take the HDR photos that I love with the new camera and lens that I opted for the other day. It was only a matter of time. These particular friends are a bad influence on me…
Just a little bird in a far off tree, checking out the new lens. I’m a happy camper!
Not my view unfortunately, but just down the street. And I thought a sunrise picture yesterday would be just the thing to finish this posting, but the sun wasn’t cooperating. Neither were the bluebirds that are nesting in the little birdhouses across the street, but I’m leaving today, heading their way…
It took a while for me to realize that there weren’t going to be a lot of boats around in the winter, so boats bobbing in the harbor wasn’t going to happen. But there were a few at the Sandwich Marina. And a Coast Guard boat sounded a horn before zooming out into the canal to do something important I’m sure. But I just couldn’t get over the intensity of the blue color of the water. And just one day later everything was a gray as it could be with the clouds and the fog. I should be happy, it’s always new and different photo ops to get you out there day after day.
