Monday, November 30, 2009

Breezy and Cold

Saturday was one of those breezy and cold late autumn day with wind chills that previews an upcoming harsh winter.  The wind was howling and people on the street can be seen in subzero outfits and gears.  This mother was particular catchy with a bright red bubble jacket that's short just above her hips.  She had a pair of tight jeans on and her sexy behind was just as catchy as her red jacket.  The kid was sitting inside an extra large stroller that's coated with a shiny red blanket.  My D200 rested on my thighs and I quietly but swiftly moved my lens across the cabinet and pointed at the hustling mother who was just about to exit.  She was catching quiet an attention and I busily took shots.


Flat Iron building, so many shots, so many people taking them, and so many of them look the same.  I just walked pass the building and by the middle of the block there is a photo shop called Duggal.  When I exited the store the sunlight was still high and hitting the top of the buildings while the wind howls away.  I looked left and saw the famous building blended in with it's sister, brothers, and cousins, and they all seem so much like just buildings.  I love this perspective, it's so not the cliche but it is still flat iron building.


What caught my attention was obviously the sign Framing and the store sold picture frames.  There was a guy sitting by the door front.  I wanted to compose the shot which will provoke the question about my framing technique.  That's exactly my approach since this captured the subject framing very well.


I like bikes, here we have a motorbike that's not so muscle-like yet next to it a manual mechanical bike that could build muscles.


I liked the hand rails perpendicular to each other at equal distance apart.  A lady sits by the middle section.  I wanted to present an oddly tiring mentality by selectively focusing on the first row yet to pick a F# that's not too deep.



I'm tired, going to sleep, I will update this tomorrow.

















Friday, November 27, 2009

FW: HAPPY THANKSGIVING

I like to share with everyone an email exchange I've had with one of my mentor, a father, a friend, and a dedicated passionate leader.

For privacy I will keep him anonymous.


Peter Zhao
Ocean Import Department


From:
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 9:58 AM
To: Peter Zhao
Subject: HAPPY THANKSGIVING


Good morning, PZ. Boy, you sure can make a guy feel good first thing in the morning. Your words and thoughts humble me and you too have a blessing and gift of making people feel good about themselves and that is something to be thankful for on these days of giving thanks. We all have gifts, but not all of us OPEN those gifts inside of us. But of course, my friend Socrates said, sometimes we must lose ourselves in order to find our true SELF.

On an overcast rainy day, words can magically transform dreariness to sunshine. I always believed, whatever ones political persuasion, that a man like former President Ronald Reagan ALWAYS had it right because his core beliefs were his core beliefs and he never swayed from them. In his eyes no matter how bad things may appear in our country sometimes, it was always “a new dawn, a new day, and we were always that shining example, we were always America – the greatest country in the free world…warts and all, where even a man like him who loved the theatre and was a good movie actor…believed that ANYTHING was possible…even becoming the President of the United States of America. You see Peter, ANYTHING is possible in America. We do not have to be defined by our positions or titles in the workplace. With focus and dedication and desire, WE CAN do and BE anything we set out in our lives. It’s the true essence of the wonderful American spirit.

Your description of my travels and travails made me chuckle. I see those empties stockpiled all the time and you know what I think about PZ…..that one day, they will be gone. That a new day will dawn on America. One day. My secret, live it and be the best we can be ONE day at a time. I stopped traffic yesterday. Getting off the ramp of the Grand Central Pkwy

…with a car full with my kids, wife and In-Laws (who just came back from China)….I stopped my Jeep, held up cars for 10 seconds and put a few bucks in a homeless man’s can who was sadly begging for money so he could eat. He was on crutches. I take ONE day at a time, and try to do ONE great thing every day of my life and everything else seems to follow in line my boy.

Oh, and as far as the Express Lane

, I was laughing, BUT only laughing WITH you not at you BECAUSE I’ve mistakenly taken that bloody Express and missed my local exit to the good ol’ Garden State Pkwy

…but over time we learn, and most importantly we learn to LAUGH, because my cousin the Cardiologist has always told me – that the BEST medicine in the world is laughter.



From: Peter Zhao
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 8:20 AM

Subject: RE: HAPPY THANKSGIVING
Good morning sir,

I had to skip my morning shower to put in an extra 15 minutes of sleep before scrambling to the highway like jet fighter as if the Russians MIGS are coming. Little did I know I was doing Mach 3 speed on wide open lanes which struck me and thought “this sucks”! =)

Thank you so much for this warm blooded gesture and as always the *********** way of making everyone here so happy. You are the type who brings hot coal to the frozen and the cold. In this world we need people like you among a sea of zombies. Of course I share the same talent to paint the colors in the black and white routines of Pleasantville USA.


I was driving through the Holland tunnel, glance over the field of containers by Bayonne then onto 78, 95, GSP, US9, 18, then Freehold. I celebrated with Chicken and Duck with heads and butts still attached rather then the stuffed big bird of the thanksgiving symbolism.

I made the mistake of hopping on the express lane of GPS instead of the local again, and I was laughing inside thinking ***** will tease me since these are his familiar but numbing routes.

I’m sipping my Mikey D coffee, talk to you later.


Have a great weekend

Monday, November 23, 2009

Let's chat Monday with pictures from Saturday


After spending 5 days under tremendous stress and anxieties I finally ventured my life into the uncontrolled choreograph free 2 days of pure my own well being, the weekend.
Without having to worry about the department obligation, service to my external client and equally important internal customers plus the various Corporation dramas, politics, cut throat back stabbings, and toilet washed efforts, I finally have my own personal freedom, a world I call Mine.


Saturday and Sunday were great weathered, sunny, but a little chilly when wind picks up from the North.  Summer drew no traces and winter is coming fast.  I took these from Caumsett State Park in Huntington NY.
This another wonderful historic site and nature preserve.  The tycoons of the past left behind the futures ahead with their legacy built on solid bricks, woods, steels, and tainted glasses in the form of great mansions, halls, and gardens.  Now these places are roamed by fitness fanatics who choose to bike, walk, and run through unguided trails or paved roads.


A once prosperous green house kept alive by garden keepers so the vines, brushes, and leaves are well trimmed and groomed according to the master's standard.  Now the green house is managed by itself, nature takes over in it's own horrific yet beautiful mystifying course.


I peaked into the woods and try to look beyond these hills after I opened this curtain of leaves.  I found nothing except the shadows of weathered trees as dusk approaches and Monday is ever so near.




A big tree growing on Marshall field and I see a SUV driving through at the limit of 15 mph.  An Osprey flies high but glance deeper than the earthworm digging while the sparrow chases on but had no idea the claws drew ever closer as the eagle dive like Kamakazi bomber.

My mood could have taken a dramatic swing downturn but I didn't let anything bother me today.  I was called to the office and I knew what is coming.  The countless hours and towering efforts now translate to nothing more than 10 pages of a formal write up which consisted 7 pages of moronic corporation policies and 3 pages of great reasons why Peter Yang Zhao needs a written warning to improve his performance.  I gave them nothing but a firm smile and said I've done all I can but I'm making the number therefore guilty as charged.  But I really wanted to tell them why don't you hire some pretty lady and spank me perhaps I will feel turned on and do more work.

Wife asked me how come I'm so happy on the phone even though I was written up.  I told her I had to hype myself up and see the positive side even when a write up is making negative impact to my job portfolio but nevertheless believe in myself and know just who and how my attitude affects my life and know the system problem is to blame.

Almost one year ago my wife had the sudden impulse to tell me at just one week before Christmas that she wants to move apart.  Now one year later living as a bachelor I feel it's time to break the comfort zone and step out to feel the real world again.  I've decided to stop giving myself excuses, to end my daily complains, and to know I am nearly 30 with great experience, talents, potential, and no packages to carry, but only I need to strike down the fear and kick away the comfort and start over.

Chatting Monday and look at the pictures from Saturday.  I just stepped away to put what's defrosted back into the frozen state because the blog has taken too much free time from me to cook and my stomach is growling.  Still dishes are there to be washed and my floor needs dusted.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Monday, November 16, 2009

Flushing Stories



Chili powder and roasted lamb on a stick.
Sunday afternoon near 37th Ave and Main Street, a family picnics next to a uighurs Kebab stand.








He quietly watches over a crowd of pigeons congregate like the scattered after church assembly nearby.  I captured them via Nikkor 70-300mm VR telescopic lens at F 5.6 1/500 EV step +2.3 ISO400.  He was sitting next to the Civil War Monument on the center Island of Northern Blvd near Linden Place.
 



A thrift shop on 32nd Ave where 2nd hand furnitures are sold.



This view was once blocked by a store front which sat at this spot for so long it became a landmark.  Flushing is changing not just because of the closing of stores by the economical current but here lives are thriving and new stores are opened as much as the old stores are closed.  Flushing  is alive.


This is one of the oldest building Flushing and perhaps one of the oldest in New York City.
he John Bowne House is located in Flushing, Queens, New York, in the United States. Built around 1661, it was the location of a Quaker meeting in 1662 that resulted in the arrest of its owner,John Bowne. Since 1947, Bowne House has been a museum.




The signs of Union Street








Saturday, November 14, 2009

Nightmares



Sipping my coffee while I peek out the window to see an otherwise dreadful rainy Saturday morning now tinted with the golden haze of the new born morning sun delight.  It's a beautiful day after all.  Pigeons are flying in groups and a near by Red tailed hawk awaits patiently for the weakling to fall out of formation.

I resisted to close my eyes and later found myself walking ghostly through the bedroom floor and stood by the window to feel the fresh air.  The red wine didn't not pass me out to avoid certain nightmare.  A continuation of similarity through 3 nightmares that haunted me and I must say the dream finally ended as another chapter of science fiction dream begins.

Two nights ago I ended the first nightmare with screams and defiance to breakaway a motherly obsession and a son's goal to seek happiness through solitude but obviously she thought differently.  The dream was terribly real. It signified the pain and struggle I've had in real time with one of the people I care and love the most.

Last night I found myself in a similar situation, an almost continuation of what had happened the night before but this time it was more dramatic, almost horrific movie like features, the thrill of the knife point in the shower scene of psycho, I woke in chills, sweat, and hard breathings.

There we were, cuddled in the fashion only described in the love of two young hearts.  Surprisingly, we laid and shared our love talks on the very bed I grew up in.  In a third person perspective.  The narration of the dream starts deep in the center hall where the glass dinner table sits.  Moving forward in a dizzy trance, swaying back and forth, up and down, the view of the bedroom door send cozy and comforting soft light to the viewer.  Myself laying there with the love of my life resting on my shoulder.  We were chatting, mumbling in words only true lovers can comprehend.  Suddenly I heard a call of my name from the bedroom next door.  "This can't be, I thought no one's home but us?"  "Could the owner of this house is actually home and listening in on our private conversation?"  The narration point now backs out of my bedroom and shifts suddenly to the left to find the shape of a person twisting underneath bed sheet with only her face glowing in a greenish pale light.

My name was called again and quickly I was summoned into the master bedroom.  My love followed behind and greets her but gained no response.  Perhaps the years of straining arguments and pointless fights have finally put a heavy toll and burdened my subconscious.  Am I longing for another fight or do I sense another emotional suffering about to begin.  The dream maybe foreshadowing the near future.

Inside the bedroom, a powerful dialog strikes a fierce war that translates the struggle of a single working mother and her wishes for the well being of her only son's future but her son has his own distinct mentality and often rebelliously seek for his nature but often settles down into a selfless struggle to find fairness for all.  His diplomatic character often led him to pain and despair.  The third person perspective now darkens and the view point shrunk into the conversation of the two in a glowing white halo envelops the two which the man now viewed as a little boy curled in a fetal position as his mother grabbed onto him tightly.  He struggles to break free but she continues to pressure in and as if he's about to slip into a black hole and lost forever.  I see myself growing in her embrace from a boy to a teen and to a fully grown man.  Finally I broke free but only find myself on my knees pleading.  She seemed larger than life towering over with obsessive attitude telling me how much she loves me and I'm trying to gain the justified edge but each time struck down by her ideology.
Finally I viewed myself standing up, and suddenly the power roles reversed and I see myself proudly telling off  the accomplishments I have gained and showed off the medals and trophies I've earned as a successful business man, an artist, and a lover.

Suddenly I woke up in a burst of anger, pain, fear, with heavy breathings.  I turned my head to find her sleeping beautifully and the wind outside is still howling.  I resisted to sleep again fearing the dream will continue.  I whispered to myself to stay strong just like how I have kept my chin up in real time and I should apply the same principles even if I'm haunted in my dreams... ...

Monday, November 9, 2009

sunday afternoon photo session


Meet Ms. B, 20 something from New York City.  Our mutual friend set us up for a photo shoot.  I approached her a few weeks ago on facebook and let her into my flickr galleries to know what i like to shoot.  After introducing my style and what I am recently working to develop, I learned she's looking to build a portfolio and she doesn't mind non-studio setting photos.


Just like that, we arranged an occasion on a warm Nov sunday afternoon somewhere in lower manhattan.  The sun was coming directly from the sky.  As soon as we met, i introduced her to the small shadowy side streets and we ran for cover.


We stopped here and there and click a few shots.  Admitting, unlike my other sessions, she's entirely unfamiliar, a total stranger, a 100% client, and my starting point.  I took my lovely assistant along, well she is more like an art director and she has seen more opportunities than I am since you mostly find me in the woods doing macro photography on bugs and buds.  She was using her yashica mat shooting 120 format film.  Can't wait to see them, she is mastering the art of medium format although she tells me to keep it more humble.  This red bricks wall I found on thompson street was my first favorite spot.  The direct sun at noon was intense, I wanted to take her shots wide open F 1.8 which was impossible even at 1/2500 shutter and i took the EV off a few notch @ ISO200.  Luckily right here, the brick wall was two toned being one side is painted in black and the dark absorbed some of the bright lights.  Then there is the roof top which focuses a oval shaped spotlight and drapes right over her face and little bit down to her waist.  There was enough shades to allow me to open my aperture to F2 @ 1/800 and raised EV to +1.7 to brighten the face.  Later on photoshop, I introduced a little darker shadow, lowered the contrast but brightened the highlights.





She ordered a simple Japanes Shumai from one of my favorite eatery nearby called Hirokos which is a Japanese comfort food place.  This is where you will find western style japanese home cooking, great desserts, and over all cozy environment to get to know your first date or a first client. From strangers to knowing a little more about each others.  I had to control my tendency of being TMI (too much information).  Now she's smiling naturally as if I'm a family member, we packed our bags and headed out.



I love manhattan, there are always something you can find and places you might have been through more than a few times still come up with new tastes.  Here, a never seen before opened door which leads down to the basement happened to be open just for us.  I asked to step down a little and framed her within the frame.  I didn't use a polarize to cancel the reflection because this is exactly what I was conveying.








Here are a few more examples of our lovely Sunday afternoon.  The weather was really cooperating as we, New Yorker shed our layers of subzero survival gear to be spoiled by a little summertime in late fall.  Although we were touching nearly 70 but the streets were filled with fashion from all seasons.  This is the season to get sick because we don't really know what is dressed for comfort.



I was recently reading a lighting technique book by michael greco.  He taught celebrity photo shoot and in his photos we would have photo team, various lights, and often shot with large format.  I remember one chapter he used a big tree for stage prop to create shadows on the face.  Some by the book people would not recommend drawing up a beautiful face with shadows and line.  We are new yorkers, we can be light or sometimes dark, I like to write proper or cap here and lower case there.  The pre golden hour sun was hitting the black wall direct and sharp but thankfully filtered by the big tree.  Each tree branch narrows the light and makes it more intense like gauze, I had to photoshop a little since some parts of her face were a little washed out.  This is done F 3.5 1/800 ISO 400 EV +2 stops.



I've never been a fan of reading novels.  Text books are my favorite.  Lately I've been digging through many books when I visit barnes and nobles.  I envy those who writes and quotes  famous passages from people or relating events or subject to another famed style of someone famous worthy of inspiration.  One day you will see my blogging filled with comparison like this one is inspired by who and who, so and so.
This corner shot done F 14 1/500 EV 1.6+ stop.  There was a biker resting at the corner pushing his weights against the edge.  I walked up and courteously asked him to give up the spot for me and the lovely Ms. B.  The sun was blinding so I chose a higher F stop for the  occasional sun ray and for sharpness.  To brighten her face and soften the edges I used a gold reflector directing 45 degrees lights thanks to my assistant.




F 4.5 1/2500 Ev 0.
I used a reflector to lighten up her face while shooting against the sun.  I asked her to raise her knees just enough for a ray off beams to be reflected from the nearby harbor.  She has beautiful curves, I played the shadows around her thighs to make it more tantalizing.
This was near Riverside Park near westside highway.  This is by the Kayak depot, not many people strays around so it's a great spot to do some tweakings with comforting privacy.


The metal gate played well in this part.  I pretty much wrapped up my session here.  I asked her to extend out her hands but don't press against the wall so the light could cast shadows around her fingers.  I carefully positioned myself so the bars and shadows won't be too messy.  I regret I didn't leave much space above her head for some breathing rooms.



Another play of bars and shadows.  This time against the sun and I was using TTL flash, EV 2.7+ stop.
I asked her grip the fence behind her and pull them as if she was ejecting from the cockpit of a jet fighter.




This one, done @ F 1.8 1/2000 ISO 400 EV 2.7+ stop.
I was inside a warehouse facing her through a slightly mud smudged framed glass window.  She was kneeling on the bench.  We did a few shots before I asked her to remove her glasses but teasingly hold them in her lips.  She knew just what to do and I bet many guys fell on their knees for this traffic stopping pose.  I wanted her to bite the glasses frame to radiate the feeling of some high school 17 year old crush which may still resides in each one of us.  I wanted the glasses to resemble a pencil.  She posed just the way I like it.  The dirty window was remarkable however I made huge mistake in this series.  I focused so much in composing a shot filled with teasing sexual energy and innocence but failed to work on her posture.  I should have directed her arch her back, raise her hips but instead she was pushing out her tummy too much.  She's very well figured and highly maintained.  But even with people like A-ROD with almost 0% body fat can seem overwhelmed a little near the tummy region if posture is not enforced.  I regret I didn't pay attention however this was a great discovery and I'd definitely learned a lesson.




On the reverse, I'm shooting her from behind as she poses against the same dirty window now she arches her back and show off her great buttocks.  Although in my eyes her backside is perfect but to any girls there are the bad side of everything.  If I included her thighs leading down to her high heels, we, guys would be cheering.  But she might find the reason to feel less than perfect.  So rather shooting for playboy I reserved the attitude but raised a heat a little by framing just before the thighs.  This creates the same feeling of  mini skirt which imagination could heats up the matter much more than just bare skin.  This was done @ F 2.5 1/800 Ev 2.7+ stop.  I used a polarizer to warm up the colors as well as ridding the unnecessary glares to focus an otherwise washed out sun to make it more sphere like in the reflection.


 I love this gate matter of fact I call this the gateway.  This behind the slammer feel and her darker serious look made realize how talented she is.  She's a great actor.  She's able to manipulate her looks and the feel which makes my shooting real easy.  But during our session I was not the just the man holding the big camera but before any pose I would try them myself and she just giggles because I looked so stupid.  This was her favorite shot and was my favorite setting.



On the way to welcome the setting sun.  The perfect moment of the golden hour has arrived.  With a little help of the reflector and adequate DOF I played a safe composition accompanied by back lights, warm color, skyline, and vanishing point.  Notice the rainbow flare or paranormal term ORB.  This is unavoidable using DSLR unless I have titanium filter.  But having them are fun and can be easily removed by Photoshop.



We ended the session with a series of shots I took of her standing on an intersection Island where fast move cars were zipping around us.  Here I captured her with F11 1/15 to create the classic speed blur and sharp attitude.

In conclusion, my very first one on one photo session went very well.  I think I planned well to initiate the session.  The books I read and the experiences I heard all played their parts well.  Best of all, I didn't just go with my shots head strong and confidence filled.  Instead I was psychologically aware of my client and I made sure the comfort of what she had in mind played through with my techniques.  She was very flexible which allowed me the edge to let go and play with my originality.  I learned some lessons and hope the viewers of my blog, facebook, and flickr could continue to give me constructive helpful critiques.

Thursday, November 5, 2009