Sunday, November 17, 2013

Would I Steer You Wrong?

This is not a story about a Texas Longhorn Steer… It could be, but it’s not.  If it was though, the story would be fairly short… Upon arriving in Texas for my week-long stay, I passed a field on my way from the airport to my destination.  In that field was a longhorn steer, right up against the fence.  The temptation was to pull over and take a picture, but I had just arrived and knew there would be hundreds more opportunities just like this.  After all, hey, this is Texas, right?  Well, you know the plot already… I spent the next week on my journeys looking for that steer to include as an image in my collection.  The more I wanted it, the more they made themselves scarce!  So on the last day…that’s how things seem to go…there, finally a steer-- a couple actually.  And so my collection was complete.

But that’s not what I want to share with you right now.  What I want to do is renew my advocation for a technique in photography referred to as HDR.  I’m just not seeing enough of my photo friends using this technique, and I think they should.  HDR stands for High Dynamic Range, and describes the characteristic of a scene that include a wide range of lighting conditions from the darkest shadows, to the brightest whites.  We humans can appreciate challenging scenes like this because of our incredible ability to filter and adjust our concentration along with our eye’s ability to work with the brain to process what we’re looking at.  The camera on the other hand is not so adept at this.  The sensors in our cameras have a certain limited range of sensitivity and can only see a scene all at the same time, and all at once.  It has a difficult time deciding how to allow enough light for the details in the shadows and at the same time not allow too much light that the details of the highlights are blown out.  So the camera compromises by trying to average things out.  Sure there are tweaks you can make to favor the darks at the expense of the lights, or favor the lights at the expense of the darks, but you can’t have both at the same time.

Hence, HDR.  This is a camera technique where multiple photos are taken, each exposed differently in order to capture the details in the darkest areas (accomplished by over-exposing) as well as the details in the brightest areas (accomplished by under-exposing).  So once you have these multiple images (each by themselves are poor images), how do you work the magic to combine them and use the best parts of each?

That’s where one of my favorite HDR-dedicated programs comes in, Photomatix.  Yes, there are other software programs that do this too, either as a dedicated function like Photomatix, or as just  another feature along with other capabilities and features.  The key though is to have in your toolbox at least ONE of these programs to help you create the final HDR image.
Oh, but there’s controversy with HDR.  Yep…voice-raising, heart-pumping, dispute-clashing controversy.  Which program to use?  Nope, that’s not it…people have their favorites, but that discussion seldom turns hot.  The controversy centers on the final look of the HDR image.  Like any art form, the creation process of an HDR image contains a vast array of alternatives and variations that one must choose and decide upon.  You can create an image that looks so “normal” that the viewer can’t tell it’s an HDR image.  You can also create an image that looks so wild that the entire world can tell it’s an HDR image.  Is one good and one bad?  Ahhh, that’s where the controversy comes into play.  There are “purists” who think photography should still be on film and not digital.  There are those that may have adopted digital but think images should look “normal”, straight out of the camera, and not be over-processed (often times referred to derisively as “photoshopped”).   Photography at the end of the day is an artform, much like other visual and aureal creative mediums are considered artforms.  So there isn’t really a right or wrong… There is however either a success or unsuccessful effort by the artist to convey the meaning and emotion of their works.  If you like watercolors but not oils or chalk, that’s ok.  If you like wild HDR, that’s ok too.  Beauty as they say, is in the eye of the beholder.
So if you haven’t tried HDR, try it…experiment…create and be expressive…see what you like, see what you learn.  Try HDR…I think you’ll find it an incredibly important part of your photographic experience (and portfolio)-- I wouldn’t steer you wrong.

Need more help or advice?  If so, I'd like to hear from you...  CostaMesaPhotography@gmail.com

Is "Photoshopping" Cheating?

I've had a number of photographers ask whether or not they really needed to get  a computer program to edit and manipulate their digital images.  These aren’t necessarily beginning photographers, they also include very experienced photographers, but may be new to the digital world.   When I say “yes” without hesitation, and point out that it’s critical to bringing out the best qualities in every photography, I’ll occasional be asked, "yes, but, isn't that cheating?" .  In a word, no, but let me elaborate.

Some of us old-timers have had an opportunity to actually work in the darkroom with negatives, enlargers, chemicals and papers know how difficult it was to get really good quality prints.  Beginners in the darkroom would simply expose their paper, develop it, dry it, call it a day.  The more advanced technicians would perform a great deal of dodging and burning to improve contrast, tonal range, etc... 

A recent article I read (http://theliteratelens.com/2012/02/17/magnum-and-the-dying-art-of-darkroom-printing) shows the extent to which those professionals analyzed and planned their darkroom work. You may have heard that Ansel Adams would frequently use a musical analogy to describe the negative as the score and the print as the performance.  If you had any doubts what he meant by that, this article should help clear that up.   There’s nothing wrong with snapping a picture, downloading it, and sending it off to your friends or the local printer…but to get the best result, you need to do more.

In our digital world where the darkroom has long been forgotten by most, a new working environment has replaced it…some call it the lightroom, others call it the digital darkroom.  There are a lot of computer programs on the market that you can use.   I certainly have my favorites and my recommendations, but the main point here is that you should be considering your RAW or JPG as that score, and your computer software work to bring out the very best in the image as your performance.   No chemicals or odors, no standing for hours in the dark.  Today you have a well-lit room, a comfortable chair, a fast computer, and maybe even an adult beverage at your side.

It is never cheating to use the very best tools along with your imagination and creativity in pursuit of creating your artistic expressions.
Do you have an opinion you'd like to share?  If so, I'd like to hear from you  CostaMesaPhotography@gmail.com

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The Luck Equation

Luck is where preparation meets opportunity.  It’s an old catch phrase that most people have heard, and one that I’ve used before when talking about photography.  I like to call it the Luck Equation.  Having been asked more than once about one of my more successful shots from a recent trip to Texas, I can’t help but invoke that catch phrase once more.  You see, with much of the travel-style photography I do, I put myself in places and explore the surroundings and simply wait to be affected by what I see..affected in ways that make me curious, excited, inspired, or some other emotion that compels me to create a photograph. 

Such was the case as I drove across the Roy B. Inks Bridge in Llano, Texas.  I’ve always thought bridges were beautiful and captivating, but as a Civil Engineer that appreciation is even more compelling.  I knew that I wanted to pull over and explore this old bridge’s beauty.  It was on a plaque posted at one end that I learned that it was named for a former mayor of Llano and built in 1936. It replaced an earlier 1892 truss bridge that was swept away by a 42-foot flood crest in 1935. The Inks Bridge was designed in late 1935 and is composed of four 200-ft Parker Truss spans and was opened to traffic in 1936. The bridge features the original west side pedestrian walkway with lattice railings and all-riveted construction typical of the 1930s. In 2006, a new, wider pedestrian walkway was added to the east side in conjunction with a bridge rehabilitation project.

Well, it was that pedestrian walkway that was to lead me from my initial views of the incredible falls on the Llano River to an even closer view of that cascading spectacle from its center.  The music of the crashing water complemented the visual drama making for one of those truly inspiration moments.  Taking it all in, it was from the center of the bridge that I first spotted the Great Blue Heron.  I’ve seen plenty of them in the Southern California’s coastal marshlands near my home, but was surprised to see one in the middle of Texas Hill Country.  I’ve observed these birds before and have a sense of their behavior.  You have to be patient if you want to see them move because when they’re not hunting, they‘re likely to stand in one place for an hour.

This of course is my opportunity…one half of the Luck Equation.  As I’m enjoying the falls and taking additional pictures, I being thinking about and making Preparation, the second half of the Luck Equation.  Preparation for the inevitable repositioning flight of the heron caused me to ensure I had a fast shutter speed (I had been using a slow shutter speed to give the falls that creamy dreamy look you often see in photographs).  I also needed to ensure that I had my focus mode and focus settings right so that if, or when, the heron took off, I’d be all set.  So as luck would have it, the equation was complete.

I saw the heron begin to move, spread its wings and begin to take off.  I was ready for this and began taking multiple photos of its flight.  Of course I have no control over where it flies, but I do have control over my ability to capture that flight’s drama with appropriate exposure and sharpness.  It was only when I reviewed back my images, and really, when I saw them on my computer’s large monitor that I realized more fully what I had captured.  Among the nearly dozen shots I had taken, one of them showed the heron flying directly in front of a particularly interesting section of the falls.  Not only did I have nice large boulders and rock in the frame, but the heron itself with its dark grayish blue colors was set off by the brilliant white of the rushing water. 

The Luck Equation’s reward had been calculated in my favor…. 

If you practice and are active with something, in any endeavor, you improve your chances for luck happening to you.  Please check out some of the other Texas Hill Country photos on my website gallery (http://www.costamesaphotography.com/TexasColoradoNevada/Texas) and see if you can spot any more evidence of luck.  If you do, I’d love to hear from you--  CostaMesaPhotography@gmail.com

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Blanco, Texas--an area rich in Texan history



According to Jean Cox Stanley in her stories of the rich History of Blanco County, by the end of the Mexican period of Texas history in 1836, the first known American land surveyors had entered the area that is now Blanco County surveying land grants lying along the Blanco River.  It can be said that the history of Blanco County had its real beginning when James H. Callahan, a Texas Ranger and surveyor, camped in the Blanco valley. As he entered the Hill Country, the air was cleaner and direr. The countryside was carpeted with wildflowers; such as the bluebonnets, Indian head and paint brush, and other flowering plants. The hills were full of game. In 1854 it was the undisputed domain of the Indian, the bear, the panther and the deer, as well as much small game. Wild turkeys strutted in grandeur along the ridges. Honey bees thrived and honey was in the trees for the taking. "It is paradise", wrote one of the early pioneers.

It is hard for the later generations to understand the hardships and inconveniences that the early pioneer had to contend with. The settlers first work was to build cabins for their families in order to keep themselves, food and gunpowder dry. After that, the pioneers prepared to defend themselves and their cattle from the Indians.  A number of Texas Rangers were stationed in Blanco County. Indians were much in evidence, especially the Comanche and several groups of Apaches. Many of the Lipan had died of smallpox brought in by the Europeans. The rough terrain of Blanco County provided an excellent point of rendezvous for raids and defense.  In spite of all the hardships, the settlers continued to come. Not long after Captain Callahan and E. C. Hines moved to the Blanco valley and built cabins on opposite sides of the river, others followed. There were so many that real estate entrepreneur, John Pitts laid out a town in about 1855. The name of the town was Pittsburg. In 1858, Blanco County was created and the county seat was located across the river from Pittsburg.

The court met for several years under a tree and later in a log schoolhouse. Later the name of the town was changed from Pittsburg to Blanco. The name Blanco means ‘white’. The town got its name from the river cliffs. The river was named by the Spanish Aguayo expedition which explored Texas in 1720. This expedition gave names to many natural objects. A few of the names survived.  It was not until 1855 that the town of Blanco was incorporated. Comal County included the land that is now Blanco City until Blanco County was organized in 1858. Soon after the establishment of Blanco, the Civil War broke out. This brought on very hard times for many people. Mail was brought in once a week and everyone met the mail wagon. This was a moment of much rejoicing or much sorrow. If there was mail from a loved one, it was a happy time. Bad news, or no news, were sad times indeed.

The early farmers living in the Blanco area took their grain to the New Braunfels mills. There they bought tobacco, sugar, gunpowder and other supplies needed but not grown or produced on the farm. During the Civil War, many cattle browsed the range with little or no care. When the soldiers returned, there were many unbranded cattle. The men who were the most expert with the rope and branding iron got more than their share of the cattle.  History books are full of talk of cattle drives as well as many other interesting life struggles. Animals other than cattle had to get to market. Less has been written about these drives. Turkeys were driven to market as were hogs. One hog drive that was of special …"In the 1880’s, there was a heavy acorn crop and hogs fattened early. Five or six hundred were gathered from the woods and driven from Llano to Blanco City, Fischer Store, and over the Devil’s Backbone to San Marcos. The hogs were led by a wagon loaded with corn. An old man sat in the back of the wagon, called to the hogs and scattered corn to keep them moving."  By 1870 cotton was being grown in Blanco County. Eli C. Hines was one of the very early settlers to raise sheep and cotton in Blanco County. The Cox brothers, my great-grandfather and his brother grew cotton by this time. The cotton had to be hauled in seed form to New Braunfels. There it was ginned. Some years later a number of cotton gins were built in and around the Blanco area. About 1900 a cotton gin was established on the site that would later become our home place. A book found in the Blanco library states that a gin valued at $1,200 was on Cox property.

Progress continued in Blanco County. The courthouse was erected in Blanco City in 1885. It was designed by noted architect, F. M. Ruffini, who crowned its relatively unadorned square limestone body with an elaborate mansard roof. The courthouse was Blanco’s pride and joy. It served its intended function for only five years. Three elections were held in the county and it was voted that a new county seat would be at Johnson City, a town fourteen miles north of Blanco. This move caused many hard feelings between the two towns, including a killing.  A great uncle, Aaron Cox, known as "Judge", was sheriff of Blanco County at this time. Blanco citizens schemed for years after the Johnson City move to reestablish Blanco as the county seat, but all efforts failed.  The old courthouse has served many a purpose. It has served as a bank, newspaper office, hospital, opera house, school, union hall, museum, restaurant, etc. Few T towns can claim a vacant courthouse which became so useful for so long. There is a continual effort by the Blanco Preservation Society to save it.

The first school in Blanco County was a log house in Pittsburg, near the present town of  Blanco. Shortly after this, a number of other schools were opened in the county. One student described her early schooling in this way; "I sat on a split log with my feet on a dirt floor. The windows were constructed so that when the tops were opened they could be used as desks. When the windows were closed, logs the length of the building held the shutters in place as a protection against the Indians."  One of the earliest news sources was a Blanco County weekly, The Stinging Bee. It was hand printed between the years 1860 and 1870 by a man named Harrison. In it he told "…the truth and nothing but the truth." He read this paper to a crowd who gathered on the square on Saturday mornings. After the reading, some men were afraid to go home because their excesses were exposed.

The first automobile came to Blanco around 1912. Flat tires were a common thing. Car owners had to carry a cold patch kit along in order to fix the tires. The cars had to be cranked to start them. This meant getting in front of the car, putting the crank into the crankshaft end and turning the crank until the motor started.  Another thing remembered is that cars had no direction indicators. To let another driver know what you were going to do, it was necessary to hold your hand and arm out the window. Then you put your arm up, down or straight to give your signal. This was a common practice up through the early or middle 1950’s.  The horse and wagon or buggy were still being used in our area as a means of transportation until about 1935. As children, we used a wagon team or walked to the places which we might go. We did have a car but were not old enough to drive. Our mother never learned to drive.

Electricity did not come to the rural Hill Country until 1939, and later than that in remote areas of Blanco and Comal Counties. It is hard to describe what a difference it made in the average person’s life. Now people had electric pumps for water wells and power for washing machines and radios. On the radio you could get hooked on Maw Perkins, an early day soap opera. They advertised soap—hence the name "soap opera".  Many men and boys lined up to apply for the jobs of extending electric lines, about one third of them were hired.  Many of the jobs were given to men who had wanted electricity but had been unable to raise the $5 deposit for connection. They paid this out of their wages. I do not know if this deposit was taken out of my brother’s wages or not. At any rate, he applied for a job, even though he was only seventeen and the minimum age for employment was eighteen. The employer said, "Let me feel your muscles." After doing so said, "You’ll do.’

Brown and Root, the well-known contractors in Texas were given the contract to construct the electric lines. They had to hire men who were known to be hard workers. The poles that carried the lines had to be sunk in rock. Brown and Root’s mechanical hole digger failed in the hard Hill Country rock. Men had to do it with manual labor. For this work, they were paid forty cents per hour, which was a good wage at that time. Franklin Roosevelt’s "New Deal" public projects helped to pull the nation out of the great economic depression.  Electricity brought easier times to the people of Blanco County. The depression years were coming to a close and electricity eased the work load a great deal, at least for the women. But just as the Hill Country people thought they were in for easier times, a catastrophic event took place—World War II started for the United States with the bombing of Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941.

At the present time, Blanco County is increasing in population, as is all of Texas. This is not necessarily for the better. People do not know their neighbors, nor have the concern for them that they once did. To quote Sam Johnson, President Lyndon Johnson’s father, "The Hill Country was a place where people knew when you were sick and cared when you died." This previous concern could have resulted from necessity. The early families had to depend on each other in times of illness or childbirth, as well as for a social life.

(You can check out my entire Texas Hill Country photo collections at:  http://www.costamesaphotography.com/TexasColoradoNevada/Texas   Comments and feedback definitely welcome!)


Thursday, October 3, 2013

Not in My Backyard...

This is a phrase that is most often used to convey a sentiment generally opposing change near one's home. But in this case, "not in my backyard" describes the wonderful things I found in someone else's "backyard"!   I was recently commissioned for a photographic assignment for a top real estate broker in Seal Beach, California.  The idea behind this project was to capture images of the neighborhoods, and in particularly the uniquely different and distinct qualities of their neighborhoods so that people shopping for homes and viewing the realtor's website would not only get to see the individual houses being offered (which many realtors show), but also provide clients with images of the surroundings to give them a better feel for what to expect when choosing where to live.

What I learned about their "backyard" is that within a short walk from almost anywhere (or a jog, or a bike ride), one will find amenities characteristic of most beach cities, and in the case of Seal Beach, amenities which reflect it's storied history as a recreation destination of choice, complete with a beach-side amusement park (no longer there) long before Disneyland was created in Anaheim.  The town was a beehive of activity--many people walking dogs, strolling through shops, jogging along parks, playing basketball, surfing, swimming, lounging, bike riding....everything you'd expect, and a lot of it!  


Not having been to Seal Beach much (although it's only a 20 minute drive from my house), I found through my extensive visits to these neighborhoods that their "back yards" have an exciting variety of quaint shopping areas, charming restaurants, and one of the more beautiful beaches and skylines around.  And like a jewel in the middle of all that is the City's pier--the second longest wooden pier in California , built in 1906 (extensively reconstructed after storms in 1935 and 1983).   It's a long walk down the length of that pier, but a scenic walk...diving pelicans, boats, transport vessels shuttling working out to the oil platforms, fisherman, and just the casual tourist.

I could go on and list the many other points of interest in an about the City, but that might spoil the fun of your own exploration.  Suffice it to say, Seal Beach would well be worth your time spending a day or an afternoon there, and who knows, you might fall in love and want to move there--in which case, I know a good realtor there!

Don't have time right now to pay Seal Beach a visit?  Then take a look at my collection of images and see what you're missing...  http://www.costamesaphotography.com/SouthernCalifornia/Seal-Beach

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Monday, September 23, 2013

It’s Way Better than TV (but then you knew that…)

Within the first few minutes of arriving, I was glad I gave myself the much-needed push to get up off the couch and go on a photo shoot.  A very deep breath confirmed the satisfaction of being in a place where the sun was pouring down on me, the smells of the native grasses filled my belly and swirling movement of active birds teased me for my attention.  I was once again at the San Joaquin Wildlife Sanctuary (SJWS).

This remarkable habitat is in the middle of Irvine and about a 10-minute drive away.  Formerly known as the San Joaquin Marsh, this area used to be frequented by duck hunting clubs dating back to the late 1800s, this according to Catherine Waters in an article she authored for the American Birding Association in 2001.  Of course with the urbanization of Orange County, the duck hunting subsided, but the public’s enjoyment of this area has continued.

On this glorious afternoon, the SJWS was my playground.  The temptations had been strong to just sit there and watch TV or “work” on the computer, but I was successful in guilting myself to get out and exercise my camera…sure glad I did.  From a photography standpoint, I picked an aweful time to go…mid-day, bright sun, very warm outside (birds seek shade and are harder to find).  From a human standpoint though, it was the perfect time to go.  The place was nearly deserted.  The trails around the ponds were empty and the paths connecting them through corridors of trees and shrubbery were also void of other visitors.  Walking around one of nature’s gems is way better than TV…but then you knew that.



I had no real expectations of capturing any National Geographic-esque moments, but I was certainly ready if such an opportunity presented itself.  I enjoyed the quite walking, the coolness of the occasional shady path, and the anticipation of the possibility of finding something interesting to photograph.  I wasn’t disappointed because if I’ve learned anything about photography, it’s that no matter where you are, there are ways to capture moments to convey the story of your experience.  And since I was feeling particularly good about my decision, I knew that “luck” would be on my side.

For me, the image of that bench across one of the ponds told the story of possibility…the possibility of a peaceful rest and the relaxing view of a nature.   Although nobody was enjoying it at the time, I couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to just sit there and take it all it! 

And then was that small, cute heron…a young night heron or green heron (I’m not a birding expert, so forgive me if I don’t have it right).  I was treated to this great surprise as I came around one section of reeds and then looked back in the direction that I came from (a good habit for photographers to turn around and see other perspectives).  And there it was, stretched between two reeds, just above the water line, hanging on.  This was a real treat and is the sort of “luck” one finds when preparation meets opportunity. 

Further on my journey I came across another scene with a small black bird tucked in thicket of tall grass.  It was sitting on one strand which under its weight bowed down to make a nice perch.  The silhouette was wonderful.




On the short drive home I had a real sense of satisfaction having spent a gorgeous afternoon in such a refreshing and rejuvenating place.  Next time you’re invited to join me!

You can check out my entire collection of images on my website gallery at www.CostaMesaPhotography.com and as always, I welcome your comments and feedback at CostaMesaPhotography@gmail.com




Saturday, September 7, 2013

Seal Beach Shopping trip—or was it a Photo Shoot?


I’ve not been to Main Street Seal Beach before, despite being in Southern California for over 30 years.  What a hidden treasure though, or not so hidden if one has already discovered it!!  In an area no bigger than 3 or 4 blocks, this quaint combination of shops and restaurants has something for everyone.  As we were completing a purchase at the Olive Oil Company, we asked the ladies there what a good place would be to have lunch.  Several places were suggested, but when I asked if they were to leave for lunch this moment, where would they head…they said Hennessey’s.  So that’s where we went.  It’s like all the merchants work together here…fantastic!

There were so many great-looking places to eat that we will definitely have to come back.  Same goes for the shopping…the stores we went in were packed will all sorts of interesting and desirable items—how does one choose??  Guess we’ll have to be back to shop some more there too!  All in all, this small pocket within your city packed a big punch—kudos to the teamwork that must be present in order to bring that about!

So I’m guessing that I’m one of the last people around here to discover this special area of Seal Beach… my photography will likely bring me back to get more images…and Hennessey’s service and ice cold IPA’s will no doubt bring me back too!  Or is it the fine olive oils and vinegars at the Olive Oil Company… or wait, maybe the fresh seafood at… yes, we’ll be back!

Below are just a handful of my recent images.  Check out my website for my complete collection…   http://www.costamesaphotography.com/SouthernCalifornia/Long-Beach   (Any of my images can be ordered as prints, enlargements, or imprints on merchandise)