I'm in awe of the quality of film on Vimeo (and I don't just mean my own stuff ;-)
Try this for size. It's a short (7 minute) film from the Media Design School in Auckland. See here for more of their films
I have 86 channels on my Virgin Media package, and not one of those channels ever shows stuff as good as this (Everybody Loves Raymond is funny though)
Uni M went on another of her lunch dates recently (I try not to ask too many questions) and she instructed me to drive her to Loughton and to come back in 3 hours. What to do? I went deep into Epping Forest and did some filming.
What a spooky place! The weather was extremely dodgy, with heavy cloud but also some sun breaking through. I've slowed some parts of the video down and also increased contrast a little, but apart from that there are no added effects in this.
Go to Full Screen, turn on HD, turn up the sound, sit back and watch a promising new film-maker discovering his art...
We went up to see Mum and Dad at the weekend and ended up watching the old cine films. Apart from the joy of the nostalgia-fest, what stuck me about the old days (well, our old days, at least) was the complete lack of any regard for Health and Safety.
Amongst the weddings and the smiling children and happy picnics was footage of babies in prams on cliff edges, kids rolling around in front of open fires, me chucking a brick at my brother's head, oh the list goes on.
Try this for size. It's me in a dinghy in the sea at Auchmithie, a small fishing village on the NE coast of Scotland. It's in 1978 I think so I was 15 years old.
It doesn't look too bad, but notice the black things in the water. They are sharp semi-submerged rocks. It's a really rough bit of coastline with sheer cliffs on one side and a broken down harbour on the other. I rowed all the way round the harbour wall, then out to sea, then round the rocks at the base of the cliffs. (see this site for images of the surrounding area:
It was such fun that I went back for my bro, aged 13, and went out and did it again, with proud parents and grandmother watching on.
I do remember strugging against the tides and when we lost sight of the beach as we went further up the coast I also remember feeling a little uneasy....
No lifejackets. I don't think they were invented in those days. The boat was a cheap little kid's toy from the local shop, and the oars bent like sapplings in a Spring breeze.
Happy days though!
Here's the vid. It only shows us at the start and end of the voyage but you'll get the idea.
Following discussions about my ability - or lack of ability - to tell different species apart (previous post) The Fat Capri has sent me these photos.
Ha what a cheap trick though; sending images of the Male and Female of the SAME species! You'll have to get out of bed earlier than that if you're going to catch ME out mate.
But now, of course I have my trusty SD900 with me at all times so was able to take video with the Macro attachment. The results? Pretty darn good! I found that you can zoom to 3X with the Macro lens attached, and it's still sharp at the centre.
At last I've had a bird on my table! It's been over 4 months since I built it (previous post) and yesterday was the first time I've seen anything on it (though something's been taking my grapes in the night)
It's just a Starling but the reflected colours on the feathers are beautiful in slow motion(50 seconds in) and you can see the yellow tongue in close up at the end (cropped to 1/9 original frame size)
I suspect most of us have been members of the Laurel and Hardy Appreciation Society at one time or another. I was active in the early 90s and went to a lot of the conventions. If nothing else it was a great way to meet girls. (Ok, that last bit's a joke)
My dream was to watch and to own all 105 Laurel and Hardy films. I'd scan the TV listings every week, desperate to add another film to my list of recordings but alas I only got up to around 20 films, and of course I had no chance with the rarities.
How times have changed; I was in HMV at the weekend, and saw the Laurel and Hardy collection. 21 DVDs containing 68 HOURS of L&H footage, including rarities, foreign versions and computerised colour versions. It was a snip at £30, down from an original price of £100.
I'm working my way through them right now. What joy!
Here's an alphabetical list of all L&H films. I'll be ticking them off as I go:
Following our recent discussions on Tigers and Leopards (previous post: comments) I see that Waterstone's are selling models of them.
I don't know which is which; in fact I don't think there's any way to tell the two species apart for sure, but they are both beautiful creatures anyway.
Many times when I was in the forests in Venezuela I'd see little birds flitting about in the canopy but they moved so quicky and the light was so poor that I had no chance of identifying them, far less of photographing them.
Now with my new toy I think I'll be in with a chance. The SD900 gives you such control over aperture, shutter speed and focusing that you can have a go at just about any bird even under the most adverse circumstances. This Goldcrest was deep in the woods in low light but with cropping and slowing the clip in Powerdirector 10, it's good enough for a clear ID.
I've been talking to birds for years but it's only recently that they started talking back. This one winked at me too (see slowed down section at 33 seconds)
Is this a powerful metaphor for the alienation of modern man in a fragmented and ultimately meaningless universe, or just a cheap trick with an ipad? The debate continues.
Saturday was a freezing cold day but with the sun shining it was beautiful too. Here's my video of Tyttenhanger Gravel Pits, just down the road from Hatfield. My camera work definitely needs some er work but the final result is pretty good, and the female Reed Buntings and the Robin show up well against the frosty branches.
Before going out birdwatching in temperatures of -5 degrees on Saturday (video tomorrow) I thought I'd put on the lovely thermals that Uni M got me for Xmas, but on closer inspection I saw this, and realised that there was no way I could support such a grammatical abomination so I had to leave them in the packet.
It's actually fingers over an under-lit pedestal at the Bowling Alley in Rugby, but to deny CSC the chocs would be sheer pedantry, something which you could never accuse 4AoS of, or more accurately; something of which 4AoS could never be accused. And anyway, since CSC hasn't identified himself/herself yet, I have nowhere to send the chocs to, so we're all winners really.
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