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@dpunchphoto
Just finished up editing the shots from bid day 2018. The women of Alpha Xi Delta at the University of New Orleans. This amaXIing group put together a fantastic recruitment and celebration, and I was happy to capture it for them.
This was an experiment with selective colors, using Lightroom to pull different hues out.
How it all began
Why Photography? People ask me this all the time. "What made you decide to become a photographer?". Well, to be honest, I didn't follow the typical "artist" path. My photos started out of necessity. I was into graphic design (or desktop publishing, as it was called back in the 90's), and was in constant need of stock images for projects. At the time, you couldn't just Google something and find high quality images in seconds. No, you either used crappy clipart, bought expensive, overused stock, hired a photographer to create the image you needed, or did it yourself. Being that I love a challenge and learning new skills (and did I mention that I'm cheap?), I decided to go the DIY route. And since I was using Photoshop I figured I could fix anything that was shot incorrectly anyway. Btw, this proved to be false. You can manipulate a bad image, but you can't really make it good. Usable? Maybe. But not high quality. Anyway, here I was, late 1990's, shooting 1 full megapixel before anyone I knew would even think about shooting digital. I used those crappy jpegs for websites and print ads. Do you ever look back at old pictures and wonder about your hair, your clothes, and think, "WTH?". Yeah, I do that with old brochures that I'd produced back then. It went like that for a while. New version of Adobe products would come out, new cameras would hit the market, and everytime my output would improve, slightly. Something was still missing. I didn't know it at the time, but the missing ingredient was basic photography skills. I had been going about it backwards. It's just not possible to try and edit your way into a good photo. No, I needed to learn to CAPTURE good photos in the first place! By the mid 2000's , I had decided to go for it. Spend the money, take the classes, and find out what, if any, talent I may, (or may not), have for this. Tomorrow - Learning about light. Dave
My iPhone camera meets a twin-lens reflex from the 70's. This guy was visiting the French Quarter from Tennessee. He was nice enough to let me grab a quick phone pic of him and his Mamiya. I have to say that almost every photographer I've met has been generous, helpful, and courteous. Maybe it's the South. Or maybe it's just photographers as a group. Either way, it's a nice community to be a part of. Dave
A New Orleans native, David Punch began by shooting French Quarter scenes. His hobby grew with...
Welcome world. This will be my first ever Tumblr entry. I'm just your average everyday Facebook user and had never thought about creating, or maintaining a blog. But, on a whim, I'm diving in to see what this is all about. About me - I guess I should start with what I’d like this page to be. One guy’s journey from hobby photography to pro. How I'm growing as a photographer, tips and tricks I've learned along the way, and the progress of it all. Starting with this shot…  Working in the New Orleans French Quarter for the past 20 years inspired me to buy a “decent” first camera. It was a Sony Alpha 300. I took it to work every day and, like every beginner, began to shoot everything that interested me… in AUTO mode. As I was quick to discover, the camera would see things a bit different than I would. It took me a good year to discover the limitations of the cropped sensor, the kit lens, and the rigidity of auto mode. I would avoid low light situations, and shy away from anything that might be beyond what I thought the camera could handle. During that time I did get a few good shots. Some planned, most just dumb luck. Which brings us to this shot.  The Sony camera was built on what used to be the Minolta Maxxum. It was tough to find anything that would work with it. Unlike a Canon or Nikon, the local camera shop geeks would just giggle when I asked about a wide lens, or a shoe mount flash. That left the internet as my main source for upgrades and information. Also, understand that I'm what some might call “frugal” (cheap). Knowing that I wanted a wider lens, and seeing what decent glass costs, it was only a matter of time before I bought the $20 “wide lens” I’m holding in the picture. It was a screw on (like a filter) piece of crap but I thought I had struck gold. It gave me just a little bit of added width with only a little bit of added distortion. And hey, it kinda’ sorta’ gave me a fish eye effect. So I'm sitting in front of the St. Louis Cathedral in New Orleans, trying to use this thing to fit the entire church in the shot, when i notice that cool effect you see here. Feeling like a “real photographer , I switched to manual focus, and tried to frame the shot while holding this filter/lens thing in front of me. The idea was to crop most of this out and keep the fish eye area inside the lens. But when I saw how it looked, with the blur on the sides, the effect in the center, and even my hand in the shot, I knew I had a keeper. It was this shot, that lead me to taking photography classes, to buying better gear, to selling photos, to shooting portraits, to dare and call myself a photographer, and not just a hobbyist.
Dave