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Originally posted by }{arlequin
Ronin,
That's one cool shot! Really nice!
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thank you Dave..
I'm a kinda fan of this guy. His site has pics and a history of each.
His books are very fast reading cool boy action. Like a true story of running aground at Montauk Point, Long Island NY, in a pot filled small freighter in the early '70s.. ambiance stuff like that.
anyway... here's another one
" Another example of the mixing of light sources, which frequently imparts a surreal beauty to the image. Done at deep dusk, a one-minute exposure time gives the strange, bluish look to the ocean and horizon. (To the naked eye there was just a hint of light out there; the campsite itself was pitch dark.) I used a spot flash to illuminate myself (the camera was on self timer). In other words, the flash just lit me -- the rest of the scene remained dark and not yet exposed. After the flash went off, I raced around (knowing I had one minute in which the shutter would be open) with my spotlight and "painted" the rest of the scene, being careful not to shine it where I was sitting. Had I done this, my image would have been "ghosted" -- you'd see through me to the bush behind me. (You must remember that my image sitting there was already burned onto the film.) Shiner, God bless her, was used to these sorts of photographic antics by then; I told her to stay still, and she did.
I didn't want to use electronic flash to light the whole scene for two reasons. One, flash falloff would have resulted in the distant stuff in the scene being underexposed. Two, flash gives too stark and uninteresting an effect.
Although this image is not reflective of how the scene "really looked," its surreal beauty is exactly how I perceived the place I'd found in the bush, overlooking one of the most amazing surfing waves I've ever seen. (There was surf out there when I shot this, but the one minute exposure erased individual waves. Still, in my view, it's a great little slice of Big Blue beyond the trees.)
I came to this Pacific campsite just a few days after the culmination of events depicted in my book, In Search of Captain Zero – hence my spaced-out expression. Little did I know that I hadn't seen nothin' yet, in terms of the edgy and dangerous, yet profoundly seductive Down South world.
I wrote most of Parts III and IV of In Search of Captain Zero at this campsite. "
