Kentucky Skies: Adapting to Changing Situations

Sometimes, possibly most times, as a photographer I struggle to make sense of the natural world and capture it in such a way as to make a photographic statement. I'm not always successful, in fact I fail more times than I succeed. But, I keep trying, keep looking and searching for those moments that stand apart from the ordinary. Fortunately, Kentucky is filled with wonderful photographic opportunities. One of the most consistent is the Kentucky Sky.

Sunsets have been photographed so often and by so many good photographers, capturing something truly unique is, well...not easy. It takes more than just a nice sunset. It requires being present during a set of conditions that slowly builds second by second until just the right moment when it reaches a peak. It also takes patience from the photographer to know when to release the shutter.

Over the years I have visited many sunsets, but only a few stand apart, in different ways, yet they retain one thing in common: I recognized an opportunity might develop, and I sought out the moment. As I think through the process of how these photo's were captured, I realize just how important it was to keep my photographic radar operating and to be willing to adapt to the changing situations. I also know you do not have to capture a scene exactly the way you see it. You capture the emotion of the moment, the way you feel it. You visualize the potential and use all the tools available to create a finished product. That includes exposure compensation, filters, lens selection, timing, and post processing technique.

I love photographing sunsets and sunrises although I rarely pursue it on a consistent basis. I just get a feeling sometimes that a nice sunset will appear and that is usually based on how the cloud cover progresses through the day. The best times are when the sky begins to break up just before sundown which often leads to dramatic reflections of light illuminating the underside of the clouds. I'd guess maybe one in ten times will the conditions produce something that causes you to stand in awe of the moment, but that is a price I am willing to pay to witness such a wonderful display.

Sunset photos do very well when the composition is simplified. Late summer when the air is thick with humidity can turn the sun into a giant orange ball. Throw in a simple foreground and the results can be magical. I will often simply drive around my local area looking for potential places where a sunset photo might play out with the proper conditions. I make mental notes of these places and when the whim and conditions hit me just right, I don't waste time looking for a spot, I know exactly where I need to be and make sure I am there well ahead of time.

I can't tell you how many times I've done that, only to have the conditions fizzle at the last minute. But, that's okay, because the only way to truly capture a unique sunset is to be there, and that sometimes means it doesn't happen. I always learn from those moments, things like reading the clouds, watching the weather report, listening to my instincts, all of these come into play, and that also includes dumb luck sometimes.

As attractive as they are, sunsets do not always need to be big and bold. Color is always an option and sometimes the conditions produce contrasting or opposing colors. These can be some of the most dramatic and mesmerizing images, especially when formed within a simplistic framework. 

Sunsets can be overlooked by photographers as something that is mostly overdone, however, I still find them amazing and fun to capture. Summer can produce some of the best conditions, but you must think through the process and adapt to the changing conditions, especially as part of Kentucky Skies.

The Sailboat

 My dad was a photographer of sorts. During WWII he carried an old Argus C3 and chronicled his adventures as his unit fought their way across Leyte and then again across Okinawa. I spent many hours while growing up scanning through the stack of war photos he managed to keep through the years. Only a handful are still in my possession with others being held by another family member. Wish I still had them all. Some years later while he was a high school journalism teacher he had access to a 35mm film camera...not sure what kind it was...but using it from time to time he chronicled a very few moments of my life growing up. One of the most memorable was the day he took me and a few of my friends to a small nearby lake so we could sail the wooden sailboat models we made in shop class. I still remember that day. At the time I wasn't aware he was taking photos. I'm sure glad he did.

The year was 1964, and time has faded the names of those friends in my mind, but not so of other events.  At the time we lived in Delano, California, for just a year, but it was an eventful year...sort of a coming of age year you might say. Learned a lot in shop class that year, simple but important skills really...how to cut a straight edge, how to use a jack plain, wood gouge, drill, sander, varnish...all those skills every young man should have. Our project for that semester was to build a model sailboat. And when they were finished, we possessed a work of art...well...to me it was.

I'll never forget that day at the lake. Seems it was slightly overcast with a light breeze that caused the palm trees to sway. It was perfect to catch the sails of the boats to propel them across the narrow arm that was just wide enough to let the boats get up a good head of speed, but narrow and shallow enough so we could run to the other side or wade out into the water to coral them should they start to drift too far in the wrong direction. 

We tried to set up races between the four boats. Most of the time the boats just drifted off in whatever directions the breeze inclined to take them and so it was pretty much impossible to declare a winner. Actually, we all were winners that day as we were able to forget about the challenges of being almost or at best barely teenagers and just have fun sailing something we made with our own hands.

I was this skinny 12 year old with an era style crewcut. Just 12 years old, but having already experienced some of the most dramatic events in history. A few months before in November of 1963, when we lived in New Mexico, an assassin's bullet struck down President Kennedy in Dallas, then the assassin himself was struck down live on television. Young minds should not have to see such things, but we did, and those wavy black and white television images were imprinted deep within our memories. They were difficult events to absorb, even more difficult to forget and move on, but they were none the less a part of that generation's history, memories that will never be forgotten by those who witnessed it. 

When my dad snapped these few photographs at the lake, little did he realize that he was capturing a renewing of sorts. The kind of renewing only a young boy coming of age can experience. Thoughts of that terrible day a few months before were shoved aside exchanged for adventures and visions of sailing on the high seas, of dreaming of new possibilities and probably what should be instead of dwelling on something...well...something a young boy should not have to dwell on. There were no counselors in schools to talk to the students about what happened back then, at least I don't recall ever receiving any kind of counseling. That was left to parents and to the kids themselves to sort through such things. Even though several months removed, building those sailboats was a kind of default therapeutic counseling and probably the best kind too. Those few months after the President was killed, when we were shown how to construct those sailboats in shop class, well, it served to divert our young minds toward something that was far less encumbering and more positive.

On those occasions I rediscover these few photos, I see in the expressions of us boys, a joyful focus, one that took us away from a terrible past event to point us toward a stronger growth of character that only comes from something as simple as sailing a homemade boat across a small arm of water. 

When I bring these photo's close...for a few moments, I am taken back to once again become 12 years old, remembering what it was like to experience such a day. I still remember that sailboat for it helped me to move away from difficult memories and to develop an imaginative mindset towards amazing true life adventures.

When the Lighting is Tough - Take Two

 Sometimes nature plays games with us as far as the light goes. No one has of yet developed a camera that can take two different exposures at the same time to capture two extremely different levels of light. Oh, yeah, you could use graduated neutral density filters and such to even out exposures. Sometimes that works when the lighting is only a stop or so different across the top or bottom half of an image. But when the light range gets up there where the top half of the image is a great deal brighter than the bottom half, well, the best way to make the capture is to take two shots then blend them in postprocessing.

Here's an example of what I'm talking about. The top half of this photo required a rather strong exposure to prevent over exposing it as the sky was quite bright. However, the bottom half was in shadow with barely enough light to illuminate it. What I did was to take two photo's with the camera on a tripod, one exposure for the top half not caring what the bottom looked like, which was black in this case, then another photo exposing for the bottom half which washed out the top portion.

In post processing, I simply opened both images and overlaid the second image with the first one. Using the eraser tool toned down to something like 50% opacity, I erased the overexposed dark bottom half which exposed the layer underneath, then merged the two layers. A little tweaking of the overall image, and, well you see the results.

When the lighting is tough, well, take two!