I’m not making much progress with the tidy up of my old snaps. I’ve only worked through approximately 500 trannies, which leaves a few tens of thousands to go! I’ve found a few gems, but also an awful lot of rubbish. What has surprised me is how technically competent I was back in the old days when shooting studio portraits. Far more so than in recent times. In the digital era it has been more about maximum flesh and less about technique.
Although the bulk of my snapping is now done with a Nikon D810 I still occasionally use my Sony NEX-5N when working outdoors or when I’m feeling adventurous indoors under tricky lighting conditions. The results tend to be more miss than hit, probably because I don’t pay enough attention to the settings, I still find the controls on a single lens reflex type of camera easier to use. Here are a selection of passable shots plucked from a large number of candidates for the dustbin.
Thought I would post something a bit different, probably because I’m feeling depressed. I can’t quite make up my mind whether I should continue pissing into the wind, sorry, try to find new models. It really is that bad, nothing is catching my eye. C’est la vie.
No matter how sad a death is it’s poor preparation for the distress of winding the affairs up. What has lightened the task is looking through the collections of photographs, some of which are close to 100 years old, trying to identify the faces. No problem with my old school portraits though. Who’s the young lad in short trousers sporting a pudding-basin haircut and with great big stick out ears? Alright alright, don’t rub it in.