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Are you using a drone?
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Yeah Yeah, but nah.
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Sometimes or an upgraded camera? I didn't think the cameras on drones were capable of these kind of shots. Particularly those with the slower shutter speed.
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Nah, with a good camera on a drone it's fairly easy to change the filter at the front of it to a neutral density, and that enables exposure times to be lengthened. Not sure what you are referring to though specifically, didn't do much of that with video. Regardless of what Fergus king of the jerks thinks.
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Sorry, was referring to the stills. Hadn't seen the video.Azza wrote: ↑January 2, 2020, 8:48 am Nah, with a good camera on a drone it's fairly easy to change the filter at the front of it to a neutral density, and that enables exposure times to be lengthened. Not sure what you are referring to though specifically, didn't do much of that with video. Regardless of what Fergus king of the jerks thinks.
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All good... Video isn't everyone's cup of tea although I do find they grab some incredible footage
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Reason for my curiosity is I just got a DJI Phantom 3 from Santa....well, from me actually.
Not tested it yet but I wasn't expecting anything outstanding from the standard camera.
Not tested it yet but I wasn't expecting anything outstanding from the standard camera.
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Like any photography what matters most is your use of it rather than the equipment
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True but there are definite limitations with some equipment. That's why we spend lots of $$ on upgrades.
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Well, I'm pretty happy with mine, but I don't use the drone all the time mind you. Good luck with the Phantom , it should be fun!
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What are you using?
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I have a Mavic 2.
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Nice machine.
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Epic as usual!
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Love the textures on these last few. Is it OK to use then as my backgrounds on the desktop?
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Yes, please don't share around though
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Thnx.
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Superb
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So, after a good 10 years and sharing countless images on the Greenhouse, I think it's time to bring this thread to a close for the final time :-). I'll keep photographing when I can, and stuff will always be up on my Flickr, but I won't keep this thread updated anymore. Appreciate all the kind words and the chance to share with my fellow Raiders fans here. I'll close with something a bit different. A piece I recently wrote about how photography has changed my life, and helped me to overcome a lot of shame in my own life. Hope it resonates in some small way. Thanks once again.
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My photography
When I was in my formative years at school, I learned to carry great shame around my creative abilities. I could barely draw a stick man in art class. When I participated in painting, I produced works that made the other kids cry with laughter and tease me, and whenever the teacher got us to do the most basic of things like fold paper for craft I would freak out with anxiety and shut down. I would sabotage my own success and just assume I was going to fail.
I bore that shame for many years – it simply became an accepted part of who I was, and fell into the background. I just assumed I didn’t have a creative bone or spirit in my body. This became a core part of my beliefs about myself, and a great disappointment that I carried. Yet I knew in some part of me deep down, even in those early years, and perhaps through some intuition, that I had more to give, and that there was some enormously creative spirit waiting to express itself that had the potential to deeply inspire people.
Sometimes it takes a bit of chance, and a bit of help from life to help uncover what that “more” is. Not long after I left school, as a young single man and with plenty of time on my hands to discover my place in the world, I started doing some basic reading about photography and was fascinated enough that I bought a cheap, single lens camera and started experimenting around my mother’s garden, just taking images of the various flowers and plants she was cultivating. It caught my interest but I felt there was something more calling to me. One day I found a stretch of coastline not far from where I lived that looked like it was full of the beautiful rocks, sand formations and stretches of water that called to me as if it was home.
I joined forces with a good friend from school and we decided to head out one morning not long after to capture some images of it. We had no idea what we were doing, and showed up when the sun had already started rising to be greeted by the most stupendous, purple and pink sunrise that lit up all the clouds above us. With very little experience both of us ran around much like headless chooks, grabbing as many different images as we could of that amazing morning. While I didn’t know it then, and in hindsight am both mildly amused and embarrassed at the images that I came up with that day, something far more important had happened. My creative spirit, for so long repressed and shrouded in a cage of shame, began to emerge.
Over the years that followed, I began to dedicate more and more time to nourishing this newly found but somehow ancient part of myself that I had re-united with much like a long lost love from whom I had been torn many years earlier, but for which my passion for had never waned. I began to journey around the country and world to find adventures and experiences that could help me nurture and re-establish my relationship with it.
I hiked up steep mountains from 1am, being watched by curious sheep, to reach peaks buffeted by icy cold polar winds in time for stunning sunrises.
Roy's Peak, Wanaka, New Zealand by Arun, on Flickr
I scrambled over rocks and boulders for hours at a time, and got hit (and sometimes knocked over, almost drowned) by waves in search of a great image
Warriewood Beach at Sunrise by Arun, on Flickr
I slipped and stumbled and almost cracked my skull on icy paths of rock, and allowed myself to be consumed by ridiculous heat and attacked by brutal mosquitoes to photograph amazing creatures around the planet.
Enjoying the Warmth at Jigokudani, Japan by Arun, on Flickr
Soaring over South Luangwa by Arun, on Flickr
I visited some of the world’s most famous landmarks (natural and manmade), and spent countless hours trying to capture them in unique ways.
Paris by Night by Arun, on Flickr
I spent many nights, alone in the dark, photographing stars and waterfalls, and - in my more contemplative moments - perhaps asking for guidance in my life from some greater force that I sensed was looking down upon me with a mixture of mirth and love.
Full Moon, Saturday Night by
Arun, on Flickr
Star Gazing at the Cathedral by Arun, on Flickr
But what I came to realise looking back on all these great stories, moments and scenes that I had the privilege to experience and witness, is that the most important journey I had gone on had nothing to do with the locations I had visited, stumbled upon, or otherwise discovered. Nor did it have any relationship to the images I had taken. Those formative experiences in my childhood years stifled my creativity, but only because without realising, I gave them the power to. I had imprisoned a huge part of myself in a cell of shame, doubt and self-denial and began to tell myself a story that I wasn’t good enough, without really knowing I had done so.
With every image I captured, I began to chip away at the prison I’d created for myself. All these years later, and with more grey hair, scars and tears, I’m still re-connecting and re-discovering my creativity. But I know without a doubt, that the seemingly simple choice I made to pick up a camera all those years ago shifted my life onto a path of healing for which I am forever grateful.
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My photography
When I was in my formative years at school, I learned to carry great shame around my creative abilities. I could barely draw a stick man in art class. When I participated in painting, I produced works that made the other kids cry with laughter and tease me, and whenever the teacher got us to do the most basic of things like fold paper for craft I would freak out with anxiety and shut down. I would sabotage my own success and just assume I was going to fail.
I bore that shame for many years – it simply became an accepted part of who I was, and fell into the background. I just assumed I didn’t have a creative bone or spirit in my body. This became a core part of my beliefs about myself, and a great disappointment that I carried. Yet I knew in some part of me deep down, even in those early years, and perhaps through some intuition, that I had more to give, and that there was some enormously creative spirit waiting to express itself that had the potential to deeply inspire people.
Sometimes it takes a bit of chance, and a bit of help from life to help uncover what that “more” is. Not long after I left school, as a young single man and with plenty of time on my hands to discover my place in the world, I started doing some basic reading about photography and was fascinated enough that I bought a cheap, single lens camera and started experimenting around my mother’s garden, just taking images of the various flowers and plants she was cultivating. It caught my interest but I felt there was something more calling to me. One day I found a stretch of coastline not far from where I lived that looked like it was full of the beautiful rocks, sand formations and stretches of water that called to me as if it was home.
I joined forces with a good friend from school and we decided to head out one morning not long after to capture some images of it. We had no idea what we were doing, and showed up when the sun had already started rising to be greeted by the most stupendous, purple and pink sunrise that lit up all the clouds above us. With very little experience both of us ran around much like headless chooks, grabbing as many different images as we could of that amazing morning. While I didn’t know it then, and in hindsight am both mildly amused and embarrassed at the images that I came up with that day, something far more important had happened. My creative spirit, for so long repressed and shrouded in a cage of shame, began to emerge.
Over the years that followed, I began to dedicate more and more time to nourishing this newly found but somehow ancient part of myself that I had re-united with much like a long lost love from whom I had been torn many years earlier, but for which my passion for had never waned. I began to journey around the country and world to find adventures and experiences that could help me nurture and re-establish my relationship with it.
I hiked up steep mountains from 1am, being watched by curious sheep, to reach peaks buffeted by icy cold polar winds in time for stunning sunrises.
Roy's Peak, Wanaka, New Zealand by Arun, on Flickr
I scrambled over rocks and boulders for hours at a time, and got hit (and sometimes knocked over, almost drowned) by waves in search of a great image
Warriewood Beach at Sunrise by Arun, on Flickr
I slipped and stumbled and almost cracked my skull on icy paths of rock, and allowed myself to be consumed by ridiculous heat and attacked by brutal mosquitoes to photograph amazing creatures around the planet.
Enjoying the Warmth at Jigokudani, Japan by Arun, on Flickr
Soaring over South Luangwa by Arun, on Flickr
I visited some of the world’s most famous landmarks (natural and manmade), and spent countless hours trying to capture them in unique ways.
Paris by Night by Arun, on Flickr
I spent many nights, alone in the dark, photographing stars and waterfalls, and - in my more contemplative moments - perhaps asking for guidance in my life from some greater force that I sensed was looking down upon me with a mixture of mirth and love.
Full Moon, Saturday Night by
Arun, on Flickr
Star Gazing at the Cathedral by Arun, on Flickr
But what I came to realise looking back on all these great stories, moments and scenes that I had the privilege to experience and witness, is that the most important journey I had gone on had nothing to do with the locations I had visited, stumbled upon, or otherwise discovered. Nor did it have any relationship to the images I had taken. Those formative experiences in my childhood years stifled my creativity, but only because without realising, I gave them the power to. I had imprisoned a huge part of myself in a cell of shame, doubt and self-denial and began to tell myself a story that I wasn’t good enough, without really knowing I had done so.
With every image I captured, I began to chip away at the prison I’d created for myself. All these years later, and with more grey hair, scars and tears, I’m still re-connecting and re-discovering my creativity. But I know without a doubt, that the seemingly simple choice I made to pick up a camera all those years ago shifted my life onto a path of healing for which I am forever grateful.