This week's lesson was a bit off kilter. We left the Auto setting forever (thank God) in exchange for messing with white balance. I took the same photo eight times, each with a different white balance setting. The result? Chocolate chip cookies looking fine as hell.
This week's photograph's featured a vast location contrast; one was shot at an underground bar that used to be a speakeasy, the other... was shot in the J-school library. Exciting stuff. Two examples of depth of field, and, if I'm honest, two examples of how to spend a Tuesday evening.
This week, we tackled three composition elements at once. Which basically means that today is your lucky day... you're getting three photos for the price of one! (So... it's triple free?)
A somewhat serious post from the woman who wants to put "able to tell whether couple will 'love it' or 'list it'" on her resume. I've been smacked upside the face with ads trying to convince me to spend money I don't have for the non-existent lover in my life. And most of the stuff marketed towards me isn't really my jam. With the exception of a free oil change. I'd use the hell out of that. Seriously, my maintenance light came on yesterday.
Anyways, the world right now is a dark and dreary place with our one shining light being Melissa McCarthy.
And it's put me in a rather sour mood. Like, I saw a puppy the other day and barely cracked a smile. It's bad, y'all.
So I figure the best way to combat what I assume is a world-wide sadness cloud, is to introduce gifts that ditch the whole "chocolates and flowers" thing in favor of something much more badass. These are gifts you can give to your sweetheart (or yourself) and feel a little bit better about the state of the world. Legitimately smile when you see a puppy, too.
This week in class we tackled the Golden Ratio, which is both a method of composing your photograph and the ideal amount of butter on your toast. The tldr from lecture is, use a spiral to photograph your subject. Here's how I did...
I watched the Super Bowl for Lady Gaga. There, I said it.
You still there?
Look, I'm sorry. I'm not a sports aficionado. At least, not the kind that are regularly televised. I mean, I'll watch the hell out of figure skating. During the Winter Olympics my TV is booked for at least a solid week. If you ever want to kill 37 minutes, ask me about Ashley Wagner from 2014. I'm still salty about that.
But the Sunflower Showdown is an entirely different animal. I shed my sports apathy and turn into someone who actually gives a shit. I live for it. I'm actually more excited for the trek to Bramlage tonight than for three months later when I graduate. You just know that the Coliseum will be way less full of dread, despair, and debt tonight than it will be come May 13th.
If you're like me, welcome! This is a safe space for those of us who will never understand the finer points of Weber's strategy but will still lose their goddam minds over a sick 3-point shot.
Any Manhattan resident has endured this routine at least once, if not 10,000 times in their life when responding to the "Where are you from?" question to folks outside the midwest. "I'm from Manhattan... no, the Kansas one. Yeah, there's a Kansas one. No, I'm not messing with you, it's... just Google it. Seriously, it exists! Just G-, here, give me a second... I'll use my phone." (<- prime example of midwestern politeness; we use our own damn phones to prove to you that our dinky little town is real and has humans)
Am I the end all, be all authority of Manhattan? Hell no. I've spent a mere four years here, and was AWOL for two out of the three summers. It's honestly all been a blur. I hear college is like that. Now, can confirm.
But as someone with a blog, opinions, and too much free time, I felt compelled to share my limited experience with the Internet until someone better comes along to shut me down. So buckle your seat belts folks, you're all about to get smacked with the knowledge train and we're going full speed! Choo choo, bitches!
This semester I decided to grab the bull by the horns (or in the case, a Canon Rebel T3i) and enroll in a photography class. My professor (who is definitely reading this, if you're wondering why my post suddenly became G-rated) is having us upload each assignment as we go. This week; take a photo that represents you. Also, leave the camera on auto settings, so by the time the shoot is over you kind of hate yourself.
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