The older you get the more boring you become. Is that true? Well I’m definitely one of the front runners in the race to dig the deepest rut in Rugby. This year I’ve done naught exciting. It’s true that for most of my life I’ve avoided excitement but this year has been exceptionally dull. I could jolt myself into action for the back end of the year but I’ve got no money now, I’ve given it away to a good cause, well that’s what she told me she was. C’est la vie.
A few weeks ago I said I would report back on how I got on using the Hasselblad 120mm lens on my Nikon D810. Well the results were disappointing with all of the photos suffering from a lack of sharpness. I thought the problem would be manually focusing but in fact it was holding the combination steady that proved impossible. All of my shooting over the last 20 years or so has been with lenses in the 35mm to 85mm range so I’ve lost the knack of supporting a telephoto lens, even a short one. The situation wasn’t helped by a dose of old-age pensioners shaky hands so next time I use this lens I will definitely be employing a tripod. Here are some snaps from the shoot. The first set were taken with the usual Nikkor 50mm, and the second the Hasselblad 120mm. I’ve added some sharpening in Photoshop to try and hide the softness of the second set.
Over the last few weeks I’ve finally got started on trying to find a fresh face or 2 to snap but so far I’ve had no success. I must be honest with you though and admit I’ve not been searching too hard. I’ve lost interest. I don’t know whether to blame the tablets I’m taking or my age but the number of women who are grabbing my attention at the moment can be counted on the toes of one hand. Hobbies are meant to be enjoyable but I’m finding the whole business of photographing young ladies to be as exciting as an afternoon weeding the garden, not that you would catch me doing that, so I’m asking myself why bother. That’s my dilemma. This week I will be working with a model I already know so fingers crossed she might kick-start my photographic engine back into life, that or I could be dyeing my fingers green.