9.06.2024

For a limited time only the VSL blog is accessible in a "Reader Only" mode. If you wanted to save an article now is the time.

 We aren't coming back just temporarily sharing posts the have been repeatedly requested by chagrined former readers. See the previous post for details and the address of a fresh blog. 

Hope you had a great Summer. Lots of photos being posted over on Instagram: kirktuck@instagram





9.03.2024

"Slacker-tum" Based on a philosophical inquiry of laziness in the pursuit of photography.



A satirical post based on odd things written about photography by 
out of touch "experts." 

This discussion brings back memories of the time when I was so poor I had to use the community blender to make daiquiris for my fellow students at M.I.T.'s wedding photography program. In which I was a star pupil until I challenged our professor, Mayer Von Troppinhagen about his theory that all photographs have some sort of meaning to someone. Even the images accidentally snapped while placing a camera back into a leather case for transport to a more fertile photographic location.

But Troppinhagen had to admit that I was a stellar student. In fact, many of my classmates clamor to stay in touch with me hoping to glean insight into the basic nature of black and white photographs. Was it Winston Churchill or Disraeli who said that all color photography was Satan's work? One momentarily forgets. 

Your French philosopher was on to something though. Something gallery owners around the world were longing to discover. I don't speak much French, although my uncle on the Amos Tuck side of the family translates it roughly as: "The faux philosophy of anchoring art to the market depends on rambling pronouncements in order to fleece the weak of mind." Now, mind you that this is just a "soft" translation. But essentially, after years of studying nonfiction sources of philosophical story telling I believe it to be: "We put labels on lame crap in order to have an easier time selling it to the rubes." 

Photographers, he thought, were easy marks because each of them has, knowingly or unknowingly, embarked on a mission to attach some sort of whimsical and fallacious value to every damn image they drag out of their God forsaken cameras. Otherwise they'd understand the futility of their narcissistic self-expression, sit in a warm bath tub and slit their own wrists. But not before at least meeting the FedEx driver today (one last time?) to see what might have come in order to save their "careers" at the last moment…

So, what is the current practice amongst "art" photographers? First, one must spend time on the analyst's couch in order to ferret out whatever personality defect they would like to bring to the fore and have a hope to monetize. This self-directed epiphany is followed by months, and sometimes years of preparation. Many treatises are read concerning the transmutation of candle sticks into penises, Jello moulds into representations of indecision, skyscrapers into stolid defenses of traditional beauty. A woman's back into a viola. Or was it a cello?

Then comes a period of finding just the right tools to satisfy the indescribable demands of the physical undertaking of making the well-considered photo. The camera must be simple to use and yet provide an enhanced friction when in use; which the artist must overcome to do his/her work. Too many buttons and features imperil the thought process while an insufficiency of controls and parameters hobble even the most sincere pursuits. Equally, the lens selected must have certain qualities. It must have a "magical" glow which can never be explained by physics. It must, at the same time, be highly corrected against any optical imperfections. It must be handmade by a German or an aesthete from the mountains of Japan.

(There is some confusion about the impact of modernism in the form of aspherical elements and rare earth elements being used in the optical construction of the chosen lens. Too much reliance on science robs the out of focus areas of their authenticity while too little correction results in missing the rigid targets exemplified by the idea often postulated as: sharp, even wide open! And please, don't blame the exclamation point on your author as it is generally added to every description of lens performance in western culture).

The search for the tools which most convincingly match the pathos derived from the initial psychological inquiry and the satori of self-discovery can take months or years to divine and generally require much trial and error. Rending of clothing. Draining of financial resources and a profound loss of friendships and close relationships. But one reminds oneself about the nobility of the pursuit and the ingrained idea that making the successful image; one that just guts you like a deer in Texas hunting season, is worth hurdling any obstacle. Be it mental, social, physical or divine. 

Once the perfect – holy? -- gear is acquired and vetted the artist begins the elastic process of making those tools bend to his/her preconceived, previsualized inspiration. Again, a process encumbered by all manner of doubts, sweat, tears and even potentially credit card fraud and an addiction to Diet Coke. 

Finally, the artist fully pre-visualizes his perfect creation and sallies forth to joust with the demons of doubt, and the vagueness of the weather, to make his opus magnum. He has pre-visualized an image of a lawn sprinkler of a certain kind, spinning and bobbing in a vast desert with puffy and oh so dramatic clouds skating through jet black skies while the scene itself is rendered in actinic daylight. Cue harsh shadows and strong backlighting. Now the artist must search for the exact location and angle from which to approach creation. He is driven by his knowledge that the sharing of the resulting photograph will puncture the chaos in most peoples' minds and bring balance to the force which is fine art. 

In the end he/she finds a rotary sprinkler with a weak spray wobbling in the yard of a neighbor. There is no vast swath of brightly described sand; only dead brown grass interspersed with cracked dry soil and a few scattered cigarette butts... and some dog poop. But didn't one of the artist's heroes, Irving Penn, conceive of a universe in the minutia of just a few cigarette butts writ large and immortalized in platinum? 

The artist, driven by the desire to create something with extreme cultural stickiness circles the scene as would a wary predator. Lunging and retreating. Lunging and retreating. Frame after frame. Until, finally spent, and with the last whispers of light abandoning him like a virus leaving a battered host, the artist decides that he has succeeded --- for now --- and he begins his perilous journey of self-discovery through what is now called post production but which we will call final realization. Actuendum.

Potentially, this process can go on for a long, long time. Current photographic philosophy holds that only the physical print has agency. Only the print has the gravitas to encompass the TRUTH that the final image demands. All other permutations are way stations like the descending circles of purgatory. 

In this process there is much handwringing. New papers are auditioned. New printers mulled over. Perhaps a return to the traditional "wet" darkroom --- which requires its own period of inquiry and doubts faced.

Finally, the absolute perfect print is made and prepared to be unleashed upon the world and, on any given Tuesday, Saturday or random Monday the artist hangs the print and waits for the accolades and recognition to pummel him like a tropical down pouring of rain. And the print hangs on the wall in his study. And his last two remaining friends come by and one of them stops in front of the print for several seconds and says, "That sprinkler shot would look a hell of a lot better in color. You know that, right?"

Confidence unshaken, the artist decides that his work needs and deserves a much wider audience and since his uncle, a professor at a prestigious university, helped to invent the internet before going bankrupt, the artist decides that a universal audience awaits his ultimate presentation. On the internet. 

Removing the double weight, selenium toned, archivally washed fiber print from its imposing titanium frame and its luxurious twelve layer over matte he/she carefully places it on a copy stand. After months of research he returns with the perfect copy camera and makes a series of images using the latest multiple shot techniques and proudly creates a 10 Terabyte image of the wobbling lawn sprinkler surrounded by dead grass and dried earth. Which he then struggles to "map" to the web. Only to find that .... it must be....resized. Eventually he/she is able to put the image on Instagram and that program reduces it even more. But the power of the image, the artist is convinced, truly remains as potent as ever. A slam into the guts of the audience from the top rope of the ring. Just like wrestling on TV. 

At the end of the year a handful of people have glanced, in passing, at the image online but in the mind of the artist hope springs eternal because, in the ensuing year he has created a manifesto carefully outlining the actual meaning behind the mundanity of the image. Its a whimsical and searing "jackpot" of allegory.  

He is invited to lecture about his photograph on a Zoom call with a group of like-minded artists who spend most of their time measuring how many Ansels can dance on the aperture ring of an enlarging lens. They fawn over the artist's ability to encapsulate all the pain and terror of modern romance in one dramatic image. But one member dissents (!) and insists that the image needs more contrast to fulfill its role as a stand in for individual, human isolation.

Another argues that less contrast would make the image more accessible and accent the underlying hope that gravity in all of its earthly forms will continue. A third member of the group, still in flannel pajamas insists that it's Edward Steichen all over again, and then hesitates and looks at the collage of faces on his computer screen to make sure they all get his historical reference. A fight about the nature of contrast versus meaning ensues and the Zoom conference fades away. 

Five hundred years later the print made by the artist is resurrected by a group of enlightened psychiatrists who decide that this image and all of its baggage are the perfect representation of sociopathic narcissism which ran rampant in wealthy countries in the 21st century. They place the image next to several by William Eggleston and close out the Wiki page on aberrant thoughts about art from five centuries earlier. This leads one of the psychiatrists to muse: "People of that period sure loved a bogus rationale for self-indulgently wasting their time... didn't they?"



7.10.2024

Taking this blog offline on Friday (July 12th). Limiting reader's access to one administrator only. Before you write me offline and ask to be an administrator the answer is NO. I'm the only admin. No exceptions. It will be set up this way so I can access all the old stuff and archive it. Which will take time. After It's archived all the content will be offline.

 It's been a fun ride. Most people are nice. I've poured a ton of time into the Visual Science Lab blog (6,000 posts and 92,000,000 "reads") and "met" a lot of really bright and interesting people.  I am effectively retiring from blogging. And from moderating comments. 

You can always see more of my pix at Instagram: @Instagram.com/kirktuck


6.27.2024

Kinky Friedman. Writer. Musician. Candidate for Texas Governor. R.I.P.

 

Kinky Friedman. ©2010 Kirk Tuck

I just read that Kinky Friedman passed away. He was a legendary Texan. A performer, musician, political candidate and a writer of detective novels. I photographed him years ago for a magazine and we had a wild evening that started with a dinner at a Tex-Mex restaurant (he ordered extra serrano peppers for his enchiladas along with a fried egg on top). Then we headed to my studio for the portrait session. I told him smoking wasn't allowed in our building and he replied that I didn't need to smoke if I didn't want to as he calmly lit up a big cigar. But funny? Hilarious! With a keen edge. I'm sadder knowing he's not around. So happy I got to work with him. He'll be missed.

5.18.2024

One of those days when walking in nature seems restorative. Less to think about and more to see. Companion camera = Leica Q2.

After a very wet Spring things are warming up. That means it's past time to get acclimated to the Texas heat ahead of what's projected to be a miserably hot Summer. My "to-do" list for Summer prep is growing. Since I bought a new car I now have to have the windows tinted with high grade, ceramic film. I don't care whether or not people can see into the car but I do want to block as much UV and IR as I possibly can. Little known factoid, most skin cancers on people's arms are on the left arm and there is a correlation between left arm skin cancer and non-tinted car windows. In my experience a good tint application can also reduce the interior temperature of a parked car by 10-15 degrees. And blocking UV is a good way to prevent fading and cracked interior surfaces. 

After the car gets its window spa treatment the next thing on the list is to check in with our home air conditioning. Cleaning the coils, making sure the drip trays are functioning properly and that the condensate line is clean and clear. I change the AC filters once a month in the Summer and I've already purchased a case of new filters.

Next up it's time to check in on the current research re: sunscreen. And, a quick search of our hat inventory shows us to be....well covered. A Texas reminder: don't forget to sunscreen your toes if you are going out walking in your Birkenstock sandals....

I just finished packing for Monday's shoot. All the lights and camera gear packed down into one rolling Think Tank case. It includes: One Leica SL2 with 24-90mm lens. One Leica Q2 as a back-up camera. Two Godox V1 flashes with accessories. Two Godox V860iii flashes filled with Eneloop batteries. Extra batteries. A flash meter and extra camera batteries. So many batteries. Anyway, it all fits into one case and the case has wheels. I am thrilled. 

In the stand bag I've got four of the Manfrotto Nano Pro light stands, two 45 inch umbrellas and one 60 inch umbrella. Also, a Sirui N-2004KX tripod with a ball head. That's the total package. I won't even need a cart. 

It's Saturday and we had a great swim workout this morning with one of my favorite coaches. I'm starting to sound like a broken record but we logged a bit over 3,000 yards and swam well. Post swim coffee with my two favorite lane mates and then, a bit later, out to lunch with B. Just now finishing up packing and getting ready to walk through the city with a camera. Most likely the M240 in black, matched up with a 40mm f 1.4 Voigtlander lens.

On Tuesday morning last week I left the house with a Q2 and a desire to get a good, long walk in. I decided not to head downtown but instead to go to the hike-and-bike trail and cruise through the five mile loop. It's always refreshing to walk around a body of water. Combined with my regular walking during the day I logged just short of 20K steps. Enough to keep me young and more than enough, when combined with swim practice, to ensure a solid eight hours of sleep over night. 

Last night I finished reading an interesting book about making art. It's entitled: "The Creative Act: A Way of Being" by Rick Rubin. It was interesting, bordering on good, but a bit obvious. Still, any time you can reinforce your own ideas, or  you are pushed to consider things in a different way, a book is worthwhile. 

I know this will sound silly but since I've been using LEDs as my main light sources for the last few years I felt a bit rusty about going back, full bore, to using small, battery operated flashes controlled from behind the camera. I pulled my first book, Minimalist Lighting: Professional Techniques for Location Photography, off the shelf and re-read it. Mostly the parts that covered the nuts and bolts of lighting; not so much the rationale or history of.  All of the gear is dated (the book was written in 2008) but the basic information is still useful. I actually enjoyed taking a stroll down memory lane...

So, here's what I photographed on Tuesday. Then I had lunch. Then I bought a car. It was, altogether, a fun day. New cars can be very fun to drive and smell very nice. 

This is where Austin's popular Tex-Mex chain started. The original restaurant is
right on Barton Springs Rd. Still a lot of fun...if you don't mind crowds. 
Lunch is generally more manageable. Not recommended for strict
health food adherents...

Ah. The crown jewel. Barton Springs. A one eighth mile long
swimming pool fed by natural, underground springs. Chilly, cool all
Summer long.

And there's always the spill way just outside the pool for those who just want
to get wet in cool water without paying an admission fee....
Not a great place to swim but fine for sitting in cool, clean water and 
watching the day flow by.




We're having an ultra green Spring. 
I'll revisit this site in August and see if anything has survived...
It's right next to the lake so the vegetation does have 
a fighting chance...

The best maintained hike and bike and running trail in the USA.
The Lady Bird Johnson Hike and Bike Trail.

M.C. Escher meets the pedestrian bridge...


finally comfortable getting back to the site of the brutal machete attack 
back in January. No bad vibes today...

Shorts, hat, camera, breezy shirt. Ready to walk. 

Zoe Tong, the latest Asian restaurant on Barton Springs Rd.
I haven't tried the food yet but I love what they've done with the 
exterior. Nice. 


And, of course, the food trailer corral. 


5.17.2024

The post everyone is going to hate. Including me. A.I. Yikes.

 

"Chip" is ready to discuss third quarter results!

Honesty is the best policy? Yep. Let's go with that. We all dislike being dislodged by technology. We worked hard to acquire and hone our skills so when new inventions come along with the (extreme) potential to disrupt our livelihoods the cortisol floods into our collective bloodstream and we start to grind our collective teeth. Usually. 

We are now, officially, into the age of ubiquitous artificial intelligence. It will be a significant disruptor. But I'll use it where I can to make my job better. Here's today's case in point. I call it, "the other side of the zoom call." 

I'm doing a classic "in the offices of..." photo shoot on Monday. I scouted the location about a week ago and today I'm doing basic pre-production. Deciding on which cameras and lenses to use. Putting together a light, agile and backpack-able collection of battery powered flashes. Shoving lightweight light stands in a carrying bag. But one thing came up in the original scouting and that was the question of how to handle the overall production of representing a "Zoom" call in photographs. Specifically, the person at the other end of the line.

We need to show one of the clients on a Zoom call. We need some shots that are "over the shoulder" and show a person on the screen of the client's computer. The person our client is ostensibly talking with.  We can't use other employees for various reasons. We certainly wouldn't ask our client's clients to let us use their actual images because the model release requirements might get sticky...and maybe some politics. So our choices were to hire models for what is basically a very small part of a project, buy stock photos, or come up with a different solution altogether. 

I dove into the beta of PhotoShop 25.10.0 to see what I might be able to conjure up with the "Generate Image" feature in the edit menu of that application. I opened a new file, clicked the generate image command, wrote in a short text description of the kind of image I wanted and pressed return. It took all of a minute to write the description and less than a minute to be presented with three A.I. generated variations based on it. All created by PhotoShop's image generator. No additional post processing required. None. 

I wrote four of five more descriptions and generated ten or fifteen other "candidates" to work with. At the end of the day I'll put all the selected images onto a thumb drive and take them along on the shoot. When we get to the point in the schedule when we need to set up and shoot the Zoom call content I'll load the Jpeg images onto one of the client's workstations and we'll shoot variations of the completely fake caller interfacing with our client. It's not video. Nothing needs to move. There is no action required on the fake model side. 

So, here's the problem. The images mostly look good. I give the collection a 90. I docked them ten percent because in some of the images that I'm not showing, in which I asked for hand gestures, the fingers and thumbs are a giveaway that something is not altogether right. I could have fixed the images, or described them in a different way and tried again. Or I could have uploaded some actual images as guides. Instead, since it's not a major part of the assignment, I assessed that we were close enough and I should stop working on them before creeping perfectionism sacrificed my entire afternoon. But any of these would work. Will work. And the investment for seven images shown here is zero in capital expenditures and about 30 minutes of writing and rumination. 

 None of this may scare you for various reasons. You might have your head so well stuck in the sand that you refuse to admit that everything is going to change in the world of imaging for money. You may be the eternal optimist who says something like, "This will make us all so much more creative because we'll have more time for the really creative stuff and we'll have to spend less time on dreck." Or, you could be a pragmatist and just assume that most human endeavors are subject to entropy and atrophy. That it's inevitable A.I. will take over the parts of photography that used to have the potential to create (modest) wealth. Much as stock photography quickly eroded the entry level photo job market in the 1990s and beyond. Same thing but on steroids.

The biggest reason for you not to worry is that you are not currently dependent on the business of photography for your income and never intend to put yourself in that precarious situation in the future.

The very idea that I could spend a half hour on this and turn out images that will certainly work well on a computer screen in a small part of an overall photograph is sobering. And the actual resulting composite has one targeted use: It will be an image on a website. Hardly the heavy lifting that would require more rigorous control and resolution. But a wonderful solution for a harried photographer and his clients.

You can refute all you want but I'm pretty certain this is happening right now in nearly every creative office in North America. Clients are being offered easier and easier solutions for every day imaging and, believe me, it's all camera neutral. No camera was directly used to make these images. You only have to have an image in mind and the ability to write a description in a small text box. A bonus is that if you don't like the first collection of images created by A.I. you can push a button and generate a different set almost immediately. Wonderful from the client side but you can see where this will take photographers; right? Ragnorak. The end of the world as we know it. 

But as usual, I'm happy to be along for the ride....

"Marjory" can't wait to bring you up to speed on the new regulations!

"Brian" is checking in to see how you are coming along on his project for global destabilization.



"Gloria" Zoomed in to tell you that your services will no longer be required. But in a nice way.

"Charlie" wanted to show you how well he can type now that he's had two additional typing fingers grafted onto his right hand.

count on it.

5.16.2024

Since Mike wrote about half frame cameras a few days ago I thought I'd repost something I wrote in 2017. Along with one of my all time favorite portraits..

 

I often hear that one has no real depth of field control with small sensor photographic files. I'm not sure that's right..   


It was a typical Sunday morning back in the film days. B. and I headed down to West Sixth St. to have brunch at 
Sweetish Hill Restaurant. We sat on their lovely patio under a translucent awning and waited for our waiter to bring 
over the most addictive coffee I have ever known.

As has been my habit for well over thirty years I had a small camera dangling off my left shoulder, just in case I saw 
something that wanted to be photographed. I was running an advertising agency back then so there were no external 
constraints on which cameras I carried. On that day it was a small, black Olympus Pen FT half frame camera, loaded 
with Ilford FP4 film and sporting a smart little 40mm f1.4 lens. The same one I own and use now.

I liked the way the light came through the awning so I pulled my camera up, adjusted the exposure from experience 
(the meter in the camera had long been non-functional) and shot two or three frames at f2.0.

The dim finder of that camera (ancient even back then) coupled with the greater depth of field of the frame area meant
that focusing was at it's best with the lens wide open, or nearly so.

I have printed this image onto 11x14 inch paper many, many times in an attempt to get it just right. This is a copy image 
of a fiber based print that I made sometime in the 1990's. The FP4 film contributes to the higher contrast of the photograph 
but at the same time it keeps film grain (analog noise?) to a minimum.

The film frame is hardly any bigger than today's micro four/thirds sensors but the lens does a good job carving out 
lots of detail while delivering good contrast.

To my eye the background areas are well out of focus and have a pleasing out of focus characteristic to them.

I couldn't have gotten a "better" image with any other camera. I might have gotten a different image; a sharper image, 
a more detailed image, an image with more dynamic range, etc. but this is the image I ended up with and have come 
to love over the years. As long as my subject matter is highly captivating to me no other metric or feature of 
photography matters.

The Pen F series of film, half-frame cameras of the late 1960's and 1970's were the precursors to a whole niche of 
current cameras. They are no less valid now than the Pen FT was to me back in the 1980's.

I never made a habit of dragging around a Hasselblad or motorized Nikon f4 when we were heading out to have a 
nice meal, just as I would never take a cellphone into a nice (or any) restaurant today. A small and sleek camera is
acceptable, a giant, noisy power tool is out of place. And a ringing phone or a loud and loutish conversation is never 
welcome.

I love small cameras with big capabilities. Thinking about Sony RX100's today.... Nostalgia or practicality?

Original link: https://visualsciencelab.blogspot.com/2017/12/i-often-hear-that-one-has-no-real-depth.html

There are many articles about the half frame Olympus cameras on the blog and there is a search box 
with which to find them....

Here's a favorite about a half frame lens: 
https://visualsciencelab.blogspot.com/2022/05/re-visiting-equally-ancient-olympus-pen.html

5.15.2024

OT: Wouldn't it be cool if you went out to lunch and then came home a bit later with a new car? Stuff happens...

I'm always looking for signs that I've changed my relationship with commercial photography. One of the things that's been a constant for years and years in my working life has been the "need" to have an SUV style automobile for the business. We spent many years/decades stuffing big lights, big stands and lots of support gear into the gaping maws of Suburbans, Honda CRVs, Honda Elements, and two Subaru Foresters in a row. The litmus test for a new car purchase was always to take the empty box that once held a long, nine foot roll of seamless background paper along with me for my test drives and general car shopping adventures. Would it fit into the car in such a way as to be able to go all the way to the passenger footwell and still be able to cleanly close the rear hatchback? If "yes" then proceed. If "no" then pass on that vehicle. Function dictated form. 

It was even worse in the "analog" era when lights were bigger and heavier and more assistants were required on location jobs to make everything work. Those were the days when most Texas-based photographers had Chevy Suburbans or Ford Explorers of various ages... And gas was much cheaper. We'd pull up to a job site and unload and unload and unload...

Since Covid, and since my kid launched and no longer needs to occupy the backseat of one of my SUVs,  I've mostly been driving around with a lot of unused space inside my vehicles. Most weeks I feel like the chauffeur just for my swim gear. I bought a new Subaru Forester back in 2021. I got it at a bargain price; all things considered. It was a great vehicle which never failed me and never needed repairs. But it followed all the other smaller SUVs in that the model I selected was built as a pragmatic, economy choice of transportation, and portage. Safe? Sure. Economical? Absolutely!!! A blast to drive? Not likely by nearly anyone's standards. But at least they all had air conditioning...

I've been looking around the last week or so like a car adulterer scoping out new talent. The neighbor across the street has a kiddo going off to college. They originally bought him a used Subaru BRZ sports car which the kid and his knowledgeable dad completed overhauled and machined into a "like new" performance car. But the drive back and forth to college is about eight hours on crowds highways. They decided their precious child would be better protected in a bigger vehicle. I looked over their BRZ and lusted after it but, in direct contrast to another blogger's oft proclaimed lust for cars with manual transmissions, that was the deal killer for me. I know myself very well. Sometimes I drive with coffee. The coffee is in a cup. The cup is generally in my left hand ready for immediate applications. If I had to shift gears constantly (the BRZs are nearly all six speed manuals) I'd have to have my hands off the steering wheel for....well....too much time to safely operate the vehicle. I passed on what was otherwise a good deal on a fun car. 

But the short term experience sunk the hook of car lust and I started thinking less like a photographer constrained to hauling half the inventory of a camera store around town and started thinking more like someone who would really like to enjoy driving a bit more than I have for the past twenty odd years. 

Over the last two years the jobs I've accepted are more in line with the Minimal Lighting/Minimal Gear philosophy I wrote about in my first book = Minimalist Lighting: Professional Techniques for Location Photography. To wit; lighten the load and enjoy the work more. I started to carefully examine the kinds of work I've ended up doing in the interim. Nearly all of it requires one camera bag with several cameras and lenses in it and one rolling case with lights of one kind or another. Topped off by a stand bag with stands, umbrellas and a compact (but extensible) tripod. I have big stands but I just replaced a slew of them with Manfrotto Nano light stands. I've gotten rid of all my AC powered flashes and replaced them with various battery powered flashes. I choose the right flashes based on the specific job needs and the duration of the jobs. Less always being better. Now I can go to a location, with or without an assistant, and carry in everything I need for most projects with two hands. 

Do I really need to hold on to the idea that I need a vehicle with tons of space versus getting something that's more fun to drive? Maybe this is new math for we people on a gradual glide path toward retirement. Or just a changing perspective about the balance of fun-to-practicality. 

I headed to lunch at Maudie's Mexican Food on Lake Austin Blvd. yesterday to meet up with my favorite creative director. We just wanted to check in with each other, compare notes, trade "war" stories and hear about each other's families. It's a relationship that goes back well over 30 years. And our history is amply sprinkled with hundreds of similar lunches, occasionally punctuated by actual "working" lunches to really discuss contemporary projects. 

I mentioned cars to my friend since the idea of cars was bouncing around near the top of my mind and he laughed. He said, "You've always driven cheap, practical cars, why not step out of that habit and buy something just because it's fun?" 

We had a long chat about A.I. and how it's affecting the advertising industry. Some good, some bad. Depends where one is on the hierarchy. It took my mind off the anticipation of acquisition; at least for a little while...

During the last week or so, after thinking about the BRZ, I started researching different Subaru models. I know there are good and bad cars in every maker's lineup but I'm currently pretty positive about Subaru's products based on recent experience. The last three cars B. and I have purchased have been from that company and all have been problem free. So, I wanted something more sedan-like and less "off-roady." 

I've had a four wheel drive something or other with "amazing ground clearance" since 2019 and I have yet to leave a paved road in an SUV in search of adventure. I'm hardly a rugged outdoorsman and most of my car use is in going someplace urban or coming back from someplace urban. I thought I might be able to do better with a more traditional roadster. Also hoped to find a car that's quieter on the highway...

I read about Subaru's Legacy line of cars. I went online to my favorite dealer's website to see what's out there and I found one that caught my interest. A dealer demo Legacy model with 2500 miles on the odometer. A 2024 on the lot just as Subaru is announcing the introduction of 2025s. White. My favorite car color for Texas. 

After a traditional lunch of cheese enchiladas covered with chopped onions, refried beans, rice and jalapeños --- and a big ice tea, I thought I'd head north and poke around at the dealer. I had the plan of seeking out the Legacy I'd seen on their website and, if it was already sold, heading back home with no alternative plan in mind. I did have the foresight to put the car title in the glove box of the Forester before I left for lunch...

Well, the car was still there and I took it for a short test drive. OMG. It's was so different from the ride of a utilitarian SUV. The car in question is a Legacy Sport model. That basically means it has the 260 hp, endless torque, a turbo-charged engine, the sport suspension, the really groovy (and huge; to me) alloy wheels, and every safety feature you could put in a car. Along with a bunch of stuff I don't really think I'll ever use. Like seat heaters and a heated steering wheel. It will be my first car ever with keyless entry as a "feature." Not sure how I feel yet about the 500+ watt Harmon Kardon sound system complete with subwoofer...

I had a price in mind that I wanted to pay for the new car and an amount I wanted to get for my 2021 Forester. The dealer, after a short and sweet amount of cross negotiation, took the deal. But I thought there would be a catch. I didn't bring a checkbook along with me. I asked if they'd take a credit card for the balance. No dice. ( Sad, would have loved the points). But, on the other hand the dealer didn't seem to care much about it. They took my old car, detailed my new car, we did the paper work (simpler by far if one is paying cash...eventually) and they  handed me the keys. I let them know I needed to transfer some cash and I wouldn't be able to drop a check by until Friday and they didn't blink. 

I motored away into rush hour traffic. I drove the new car to swim practice this morning. It was lovely. I came home and test-loaded a bunch of gear into the trunk. Everything fits except a 9 foot roll of seamless. About which I no longer care. Job needs long seamless? Can't have it delivered? Don't accept the job!

The last sedan I owned was back in the mid-1990s. It was an Olympic Edition BMW 540. Also a nice car but back then it quickly became apparent that I really did need to worry about hauling cargo and long rolls of seamless paper. Now? Not so much. 

The final test will be how the CFO reacts. She was out of town and I hadn't really planned to buy a car this week. Didn't actually mention it as a possibility. But you know how CFOs are, right? I'm sure she'll just smile and be satisfied that I'm happy. At least that's what I'm hoping for. Always optimistic...

Is this the absolutely best work car? Probably not. Is it fun to drive? Absolutely yes! Does the purchase really affect me one way or another? Not much, other than adding to my fun quotient. But not much more of a buzz than buying a really nice Leica camera...

There may be a road trip coming up to San Angelo or some other medium distance destination in the coming weeks. Gotta see what it's like to drive longer distances in comfort... And, bonus, winding, uncrowded roads....



5.11.2024

Fun Lens Adaptations. Here's my "32mm" Len for the GFX.



Homage to twentieth century art photography.

I know some people look down their noses at the idea of adapting older or unusual lenses to their modern cameras. I get it. In the Fuji medium format system using Fuji's lenses means you don't have to worry much about things like vignetting and corner sharpness. Or overall sharpness. Nor do you have to learn/practice focusing manually. But sometimes I look for something other than a perfect rendering from a lens. And sometimes I want a lens that doesn't yet exist in a camera maker's inventory. And, to be frank, there are instances where I just don't want to splash out the cash for a lens that's not an everyday necessity. It's fun to play.

Last year, on a whim, I bought a Voigtlander 40mm lens that's made for the Nikon F mount. It's called the 40mm f2.0 Ultron. It's a smallish lens. Not quite as small as a lens in the same focal length made for the M series mounts, but small just the same. I think I was moved to buy it because I'd been using a Voigtlander 58mm f1.4 lens in the same mount and thought its performance was quite good. That lens was also a Nikon F mount version. I guess I buy the Nikon versions because they are easily and inexpensively adaptable across most lines of cameras. With the correct adapter these lenses are right at home on a Leica SL, and with a different adapter they are equally comfortable when used on a Fuji GFX camera. 

But what every lens adapting Fuji GFX user worries about is whether or not the lens adds too much vignetting to the image and whether it will be sharp enough. My experience tells me that there is no one answer across all the lenses in a particular line up. Nor are more expensive and intensively engineered lenses made for full frame at all guaranteed to work well on the larger format cameras. The 58mm Voigtlander seems to add a harder vignette than does the 40mm, for example. And, the 50mm f1.4 Zeiss Milvus lens, which is a superb all around lens on the format it was designed for (24x36mm), is not as good on the larger format as it just covers the 35mm frame but has a hard vignette on the larger frame. 

There are two things I like about the 40mm V lens better than the very good 35-70mm kit lens from Fuji. First, it's smaller and lighter. Second, it has a fast f2.0 aperture as opposed to the f4.5 aperture that is the max aperture on the Fuji GFX zoom. Another reason to like the 40 is how cool it looks on the front of the GFX with its Fotodiox Pro adapter. There's a red ring for Nikon G series lenses, an aperture ring on the lens, and a well marked, manual distance scale. In a nod to backward compatibility the lens even has the little silver "rabbit ears" that allows it to function (without an adapter) on older Nikon cameras. Even the pre-AI cameras. 

So far I've found the lens to be a good overall performer. One could easily cobble together a complete manual system of these Voigtlander lenses made for the Nikon as a basic package for a GFX incursion. 

The lenses made for the Nikon F mount by Voigtlander include a 28mm, this 40mm, a fast 58mm f1.4 and also a 90mm f2.8. This would give a GFX users a range that included (equivalents) a 22.5mm, a 32mm, a 46.4mm and a 72mm. I've only bought and tested the 40mm Ultron and the 58mm f1.4 Nokton SL ii s in this family (Nikon F mounts) but I have also used the 90mm f2.8 APO-Skopar lens in an M to GFX mount and found it to be a wonderful combination. 

Caveat: Your tolerance for vignetting might vary from mine. I shoot a lot of people and portraits where the corners don't have to be anywhere near as bright as the center of the frame. Since there is a lot of resolution in the GFX sensors it's easy to choose a more conservation aspect ratio and set that in the menu.  For example, I've been using the 40mm in the 3:2 ratio and hardly see vignetting at all. With the 58mm  there is more vignetting but I switch to a 4:5 ratio and it effectively kills the vignetting. All of the lenses work superbly well with a 1:1 crop and you know that's a basic preference of mine. If you are shooting your GFX in a square aspect ratio then the world of adapted lenses is your oyster....

Today I think I'll take the 40mm out for a long stroll. Get the kinks out. Get to know that focal length on this camera (Fuji GFX 50Sii). It certainly is fun. 

I came in close on these day lilies. Then I used the Focus Blur
tool too defocus the background. When I look closely at the closest flower is see
detail upon detail. It works well. 


Here's the what I'm talking about....




Go forth and adapt to your heart's content. 

An adapted lens as a mother's day present?

Your call....