Sunday, January 25, 2015

Serious Bout of Homesickness

We've all had those days where we feel a billion light-years from anyone.  That's the great thing about pictures - they can help remind us of great days past when we take just that moment.  Of course, that also opens the doors for a bit more hurt...in this case I am just very much missing the Pacific Northwest.  I imprinted on the Olympics as a child and it is amazing...the unfathomable hold the Puget Sound and Western Washington have on me.  I made the mistake of looking back through old phone pics, back up to maybe three to four years.  They aren't that great as the situations weren't always perfect but they sure help get the idea across.

Of course, on a happier note, I use phone pics to capture ideas for locations, framing and other artsy concerns.  This is one of the ways I find that which is uplifting when blue.  Please keep in mind these are phone images that have only been cropped a tiny and and/or rotated for presentation. 

Captions on bottom where I've written personal notes.  Enjoy. 

A shot I probably should not have attempted but had to.  ;o)

Stitch of four images for a pano of property I almost bought.  

Hiking up Mt. Ellinor with my sister Alice Ellinor

Bracelet shot on Mt. Ellinor

Quickie shot of the Sound toward The Olympics from an almost-daily walk to Sunset Park. 

I love the texture of the Sound's landscape...land, water, islands, foothills, mountains, and back again.  

Discovery Park

Evening on Bellingham Bay

Another shot west from Sunset Park

Elliot Bay and The Olympics from Seattle waterfront

Who doesn't love the view from Golden Gardens?  From Golden Gardens to Golden Gate, heh...first time I've thought of that.  

Tsawwassen Ferry to Nanaimo

Ucluelet - I so badly want to go back there!!!

 Ucluelet

Ucluelet

 Ucluelet

 Rainbow from Golden Gardens

Rainbow from Golden Gardens

 Sunset from Sunset Park...



©2015 Michael Pichahchy

#landscape #sunset #rainbow #homesick #getout #pugetsound #seattle #ucluelet #vancouverisland

Friday, January 16, 2015

Testing LR5 exports...expect these to be deleted ;o)


Test - sRGB q100 JPG noSHARP


Test - AdobeRGB1998 q100 JPG noSHARP


Test - ProPhotoRGB q100 JPG noSHARP

It is interesting - it is tough enough trying to get LR5 to export true-to-post JPG images that are trying to convey what you saw or what you want your artistic twist to be, but I am noticing that if I look at each of these three images above in my personal Google 'Photos' area there is a noticeable difference enter the sRBG export and the Adobe/ProPhoto drops.  Here, on my blog pages themselves it is tougher to discern, even on my ZR30W monitor which can display over a billion discrete colors.  I may go ahead and leave this up here as an experimentation table.  Tougher still when you consider what it takes to make things look 'right' across the likes of Blogger/Blogspot, NatGeo, FB, Instagram, SmugMug, 500px and others.  If someone sees something they completely fall in love with and want to order a print, delivering exactly what it is they love is looking to be difficult.  Better to use the Web to advertise, then recommend people come look at your shows, galleries and other avenues in person if they really want something! 

Ideas?  This page will change a lot as I mess around.  <3



©2015 Michael Pichahchy

Thursday, January 15, 2015

1:1 - Pleasing Every Pixel

Megapixels.  'Millions of pixels'.  MP.  4MP, 8MP, 12, 16..22...36.3 and beyond.  We all love to play the numbers game, and, sometimes, more is better.  Image resolution.  DPI.  PPI.  One of the hardest lessons I've had to learn since I first picked up a DSLR 13 months ago is that the number of megapixels really only matters depending on what you intend to do with the image.  The more megapixels, the bigger the possible print, to screen or to media, at least in terms of baseline quality achieved.  What most people don't realize is that IF you want to print your images, and then at only maybe 5"x7" to give as holiday cards, 3-5MP is plenty for incredible quality. 6-10MP if you want some good-sized family portraits for the stairs and hallways.  Anything more than that and you're starting to delve into the realm that is the purpose of this post...something approaching insanity.  But what fun is anything less?!  

Please keep in mind I usually write just to exhibit my own personal experience, which, hopefully, might help shed some light on a subject for someone else.  ;o)  I also won't attempt to explain too much in the way of technical details as it has already been done many times by people far more learned than me.  I'll dig up some of my favorite resource links and put them at the bottom for your perusal. 

In my case, I was in the worst possible situation, at least with respect to learning something about this new-found passion (addiction) and coupling it with the ideas stewing in my mind.  We all know what it means for an image to be sharp.  Crisp, detailed, plenty of contrast and color to salivate over.  Pin sharp, as if drawn by hand with the head of a pin; there's a reason that term gets thrown around in the photography world.  We all appreciate it when we see it, and to strive for it is something else entirely.  It is a reasonable pursuit and an attainable goal.  But getting there can be a bitch, principally if you think big.  Really big.  Like me.  I like that Richard Branson said recently "

To give you some background, I grew up on a west-facing bay in the Puget Sound.  Dramatic views of Dyes Inlet and the Olympic Mountains.  Spec-tacular sunsets.  Snow-laced mountains reflecting sherbet-saturated rays of sunrise contrasted by the black of rock.  I wish I could print some of the images I have captured with only my retinas to share with you!  (Yeah, I know...someday soon we'll have USB17.2 ports in our skulls...)  I always wondered if my genes had something to do with it; mom and dad both loved mountains and panoramic views, and we all had broad shoulders...?  If I may be so deluded, broad intellects, or at least imaginations?  Who knows.  Something I imprinted on at any rate.  Lots and lots of visual breathing room.  I remember always spreading my arms out as a kid and consciously trying to find out how much of an angle I could create and still be able to focus, or at least be aware, of my fingertips and what was beyond them (still do).  Western Washington and the rest of the Pacific Northwest was and is an amazing playground for this kind of imagery, everywhere you look.  Which makes living in San Francisco somewhat anticlimactic...at least there's the Gate!  You'll see a lot of my work around, playing with the Bay Area, trying to make it work...that is a challenge in itself, for me anyway.

Puget Sound

(Olympics and sailboats removed temporarily)

Bay Area

(Karl and GG removed temporarily)


Given what historically appeals to my eye, I was drawn to the likes of Ansel Adams and Art Wolf very early on, then to Robert Lough and Peter Lik among many others.  That's reaching pretty high, and when you're 44 and just getting started you don't quite feel as invincibly capable as you used to.  Fortunately that feeling fades with devotion, discipline, study, practice and experience!  Passion turns back the clock - seriously.  It really does.  And, of course, friends' votes of confidence help immensely.  Unless you suck, like I mostly did, and still do...then you need to fall back on your great sense of humor.  Dammit!  Then there's the seeming fact that if you're doing it to please yourself, you'll get better at it just because you want to, and your passion for it will infect others.


"For every 1 screen pixel show 1 image pixel".  This is the best explanation of 1:1 I've seen.  I don't know who said it first. 


The Problem

You want to see your images at their native resolution, right?  If you bought into the big-MP idea, you want them in all their glory, otherwise you run the risk of wasting visual real estate (you can, of course, get more detail in smaller images, but with quickly diminishing returns).  In most cases, once you've pulled the images off of your camera or chip you can look at them on your computer screen.  It depends on your viewer/editor, but for my purposes I use Lightroom (LR) as I shoot only in RAW.  Even when I started with my partner Grace's Nikon D3100, its native 14.2MP at 4608 pixels by 3072 pixels (technically 14,155,776 pixels total but we love rounding, don't we?) was a large frame to fill.  As an (ex?) IT Director I've always bought into tools that greatly increased productivity.  One of them was a 30" monitor with a native resolution of 2560x1600 pixels.  In LR you have the option to view the image 'Fit' to your screen as well as several other options.  If you look at these numbers you'll see that not even with this huge monitor can I view a 14.2MP image at its full 1:1 size.  If you're on a 12" laptop LCD you'll be mousing a while end-to-end viewing 14MP+ at 1:1.  Anything less than 1:1 is going to be more forgiving to your images.  I may be wrong, but in my opinion I like to think that the closer you get to good-looking 1:1 the more you're demonstrating your skill with the camera you're using.  Or lack of it in my case.  

Now, remember what I was talking about in the first paragraph?  Yeah.  Given my personality, I wanted to print in feet, not inches.  I wanted those huge images of places where you feel you could walk right into them and spread your arms wide.  Lose yourself in the image, escape there.  You know what I mean, and we all wish we could afford those framed photographs hung all over our residences.  Like so many, I want to share what I see and love.  It can be brutal. 

To make things worse, I expected every single photograph I took to be of the quality you could print to several feet.  Obviously now but not-so-obviously then, this is something of an unreasonable expectation, especially when one is a brand-newbie.  Of course, I knew that wasn't possible with a phone - the sensor size is tiny.  You can still turn out a lot of good work with a phone these days though, and sites like Foap.com prove there's a market for them. 

Still worse, being that brain-saturating techie, I outgrew what I could study hands-on with the D3100 in under eight months, and I had forced myself to stick it out even that long.  In staying with the family's current assets (lenses and other equipment) I stuck with Nikon and picked up the D800E, a full-frame, full-on professional 36.3MP model with a native resolution of 7360 x 4912 pixels.  Even though I could take a few great shots, I knew I had not by any means mastered anything, and using the D800E made me feel like I'd been kicked back to square one.  Left naked.  And cold.  And hungry.  And stupid.  In the woods.  With nothing but a can of Dapper Dan.

It can be brutal.  Jumping into attempts to make 36.3MP look good across all pixels is like jumping off of a double-diamond run when you've never skied before.  Sometimes lightning does strike and a person demonstrates natural talent, but I would even go so far as to say it is more likely to survive a mountain than to shoot like this on Manual.  At least the body has some familiarity with movement.

I was going to say something else.  Forgot.  Might edit this later...

One of the ways I like to think of working with a camera like this (or honestly any camera, for that matter) is that you need to 'please every pixel'.  (w0ot - Google has never heard of 'please every pixel' before...maybe that'll be my 15 minutes!)  Meaning you need to find the best technique and equipment to squeeze every last bit of awesome out of a frame to get it into your storage media.  The way to really see that is to view your images at 1:1 - then you get to critique every last dot.  The beauty of this is that you can do the best you can with the camera and then clean things up in post.  You can stay true to what the sensor saw for the likes of publication with National Geographic (why is it they always seem to be the epitome of photography?  I'd love to hear ideas from others...) or crazy artistic twists combining sensor-captured images with the light pens of image-editing applications. 

It is nothing short of amazing how many different disciplines you may draw upon to improve your skills.  For myself, obtaining consistency at 1:1 with everything I shoot is my personal goal.  That is how I define a 'master' photographer - someone who can see what needs to be done and perform a 90%+ capture every time with whatever equipment is at hand.  I know I won't make it, certainly not for every shot, but let's face it - anyone who shoots knows when they've found a true gem while rooting around in the light. 



Disclaimer:  I get 'zero' credit or money for mentioning any product or article on my blogs.  Not yet, anyway.  ;o) 




©2015 Michael Pichahchy

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Peter Lik vs. 'The Art Establishment'...?

Edit:  It turns out this was a repost to PetaPixel of a photoblogographer's post on the subject.  When I started reading it had already struck a nerve, hence the title of this article.  I've twisted myself up over Blake's article and the whole 'establishment' thing.  I had to put it down yesterday and walk away from it.  I couldn't just let it stay a draft though, I needed to get it up and out of my mind.  Forgive me for its randomness and incompleteness!  


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I'm trying to decide how I feel about this.  So...I write to try to work through it; bear with me, and please weigh in! 

http://petapixel.com/2014/12/13/just-peter-liks-record-breaking-photo-sale-may-constitute-torture/

Edit:  I have to say I like and appreciate this article's author and his condescending reporting.  OK fine, depending on your perspective it might amount to blunt-force trauma with a silk-covered bat.  I love it.  "...officially approved photographer..."...Yes, I love it.  "...officially approved gallerist..."  Please be still, my dark, sarcastic heart.

I have to admit I had blinders on when I read what sounded like an accusation as I began reading.  I went looking found the author originally posted this article on his own blog:

http://blakeandrews.blogspot.com/2014/12/tortured-logic.html

I adore this guy, Blake - you need to go check out his blog and work; I certainly have been and will continue to watch.  I left my original post below and will continue with it a bit, knowing what I know now.



OK, tossing out the 'torture' argument for now, mainly because on the surface this strikes me as a bunch of whiny, butt-hurt, self-absorbed types who are trying desperately to defend their seemingly 'exclusive' careers.  Not that I blame them - art history majors have usually had to fight tooth and nail to get to where they are if they hold any kind of position or prestige.  And art should be preserved, cherished and valued...but...shouldn't everyone's

Disclaimer: I know none of them, save a few friends who work in the industry, along with virtually nothing about art history.  That statement alone would be enough for them to dismiss me and my opinions with nary a second glance, and that is perfectly fine with me...not that any of them will make it far enough to read this in the first place.  As I get zapped by lightning on this fine, clear day in SFO, hehe.  I write mainly to think out loud and to whomever might be watching.  Of course, I will not gripe if someone reads and loves my opinions and happens to agree or disagree with them.  Even less if someone were to happen along and pay me a bit of dough for one of my current images.  Hell, at this point I'll make it a 1 of 1 edition if they offer enough.  I'd guess any aspiring artist would, and only for the opportunity to be self-sufficient enough to continue their work-art unhampered.  

I found this statement amusing: "an open edition of a mundane Southwestern landscape".*  

Not to diss Gursky remotely - the more I understand the technical ability to pull off such a shot (his The Rhein II, for example) the more I appreciate how impressive it is to set it up and see it through to a massive and still effective print, especially back then.  But...mundane?  Seriously?  Someone doesn't get out much.*  I have not been to Antelope Canyon but you can be certain I desperately want to go there.  And carrying what?  My camera gear, of course.  The light that saturates the atmosphere and caresses the landscape in the American Southwest is to die for.  And then there is the luck of some shots - for myself, I value much more highly the one-off, unplanned shot that you never could have anticipated.  'Phantom' - I bet Peter got shivers when he saw that image capture for the first time.  You cannot set something like that up, and it will likely never be duplicated.  Give me a few years of dedicated study (I have ONE under my belt now...muahahahaha!!!) and some money for equipment and I bet I can duplicate some of the other million-dollar hitters' work. And I can duplicate Peter's framing and gorgeous shot, but never its exact content.  Shivers! 

In my personal opinion, The Rhein II might be of value as a historical milestone and monument to the evolution of the photographic art community, but, given previous statements, who is to say that any photo produced by anyone else is not worth as much or more money than a milestone?  To me, that ends the argument right there - any time you get people trying to defend their personal revenue streams you get tooth-gnashing arguments.  Break out the popcorn!  Of course, in an attempt to avoid personal hypocrisy, I cannot say for sure I would behave any differently.  I do know, however, I am not in any remote danger of ever taking myself seriously.  Popcorn!  Organic, with vegan butter-like stuff and non-radioactive sea salt, of course. 

That said, anyone can see what is happening to the photography community currently.  I picked the absolute worst time to fall in love with this pursuit and attempt to make it a livelihood.  The shear volumes, in our case, tera-to-petabytes of images flooding the entire planet is diluting the value of the entire industry.  Isn't it?  I have theories but cannot possibly go into all of them here.  I would say one thing - if I were a billionaire, I'd be looking for many artists whose work I could acquire for, say, $50-$100k apiece, if only to collect some really amazing pieces that resonate with me personally and help make the breathing room in their financial survival just a weee bit more spacious. 

Also - what happened to 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'?  Some people are emotionally affected by certain items and, or, in this case, visuals.  I am no fanboi of anything, but Lik's photographs are commonly the next best thing to stepping into the environment they eloquent.  Let's face also this - many many photographers out there have superb talents, from exploring, finding the light and frame, capturing as well as can be had in the field, cleaning up the image in post, and finally printing and preservation.  Lik has taken advantage of the Aussiephilia that has hit the US over the last couple of decades (and rightly so - they are a fun bunch!) and figured out what it takes to be a popular brand in this day and age - he knows full well what people are like today and he gives them what they want. He's edgy (From the Edge?  Yeah...believable...), creative, fit, man's man, woman's man...he seems to have his shit together.  Seriously - who wouldn't want to be in his shoes?  He's a self-made success, not to diminish the likely hundreds of great people who have helped him get there.  I hope he appreciates and takes great care of all of them.  But I digress.  Wait...this is my blog, nofuxgivn.  I'll digress all I fukin want, dammit. 

Besides, there are a lot more people with expendable incomes these days, and, realistically, let's face it - in the days of several-hundred-foot yachts, 8-and-9-figure residences and other ridiculous toys, it is about bragging rights, right?  If nothing else the right to brag to your friends, since in Lik's case his sale was private and the buyer remained anonymous.

<3 Blake.  <3 Lik.  <3 PetaPixel.

The Establishment?  Meh.  


*Yes, I now realize this was in jest!



©2015 Michael Pichahchy

Monday, January 12, 2015

Photo or Painting?


I've been seeing so much in the way of *incredible* paintings lately. Photo-realistic...but then the lines are being unfathomably blurred these days. Who can tell what is real? If it isn't 'real', is it art? Where do we draw the line, and how? Or...do we even need to?

Just a quick example...this is a very small crop from a seashore landscape I took this weekend and it caught my eye.  So much fun. 


(Monterey photo or painting removed temporarily)



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Oops

Yeah.  In this oh-so-digital of ages, so goes the old saying, something to the effect of 'to err is human, but to fuck monumentally up requires a computer'.  And how much are we surrounded by computers these days?  Yeah.  How many of us have fat-fingered something, or performed some action as a result of carelessness?  I've done two really good ones. This is my second. 

Grace and I had headed off to Monterey and Pacific Grove for a quick couple of nights' 'vacation' last week.  We'd never been and were dying to make the escape from the city.  We'd only been on one short but very good jaunt up to the Redwoods since I moved here last May so this was very special.  For native Puget-Sounders getting out of dodge to Nature is of paramount importance.

Of course, both of us being photographers, the opportunity for spectacular imagery to surface and be captured in an area like this part of the California coastline was an incredible draw.  There are no guarantees, of course.  Fog could roll in and cover so much of what there is to see (not that this would stop either of us...) but thankfully this was not the case.  The forecast looked pretty good, and even partly cloudy which augments golden hours to religious experiences.  Witnessing them makes life worth living, and capturing them effectively to share with others...well, yeah.  We all love sharing that which we produce ourselves. 

I, being a serious amateur, would be practicing like crazy given this opportunity.  Practice, practice, practice.  Practice conjures improvement. I have never liked 'practice makes perfect'. 

When one is a practicing artist, you like to be able to mull over your work.  Right?  As a photographer, critique yourself...tinker with ideas in post, clean things up, crop, look for those hidden gems you didn't know you captured by accident, even embellish a few things and turn them into an extension of what your personality sees and enjoys as 'art'.  Share. 

That said, it amazes me that I can now go on a trip like this and not fill up a 32GB SD card, even shooting at 36.3MP (~28-56MB files, most around 40MB), shooting only a few hundred images.  You get more discerning as you gain experience.  One fine-tunes what they hit the shutter for.  Spray-and-pray gives way to very carefully setting up a shot.  You wait, you watch, you learn.  Light is like a wild animal - you can change its behavior in post, but to have anything worth working with you have to capture and tame it in its natural environment and be true to its nature.

Of course, I've seen people dye their poor dogs hot pink.  It may be their version of art, or some statement they are trying to make, but or some reason it doesn't resonate with me personally.  Entertainment I suppose, with painful sympathy for the animal.  But!  Embellish as you like, I say - as long as you aren't hurting anyone or anything.  Saturate away - people love color and I am certainly no different.  I love my eye candy.  Although...some of the portrait photography I've seen lately made my stomach turn.  Disclaimer:  I could say the same about a lot of my own early images...!  And even to this day, but thankfully far fewer. 

Given this was my first time to this area I was fit to be tied; I was moving around like crazy.  There was one other serious photographer (besides Grace, off doing her own thing) set up on a rock out there one night for a great sunset...I didn't get to talk to him but it was obvious he was after one very specific 'shot', obvious he had been there many times before.  I secretly wished him much success. 

Wonderful area.  I'd very happily start packing today to leave San Francisco for Pacific Grove.  I shot several hundred images and, of course, could not wait to get home and pull them into my computer to get a good look at all that light and color on a screen bigger than my camera's little 3.2" LCD.  It is something like hunting for thunder eggs and not knowing what is inside until you get them home to cut them open.  The proverbial treasure hunt. 

Home.  Charge batteries.  Slap the card into the reader, copy images.  I recalled noticing that my camera had rolled over _DSC9999 while out shooting that last evening and made what turned out to be a wholly insufficient mental note that, on the SD card, it had created two folders - 100something and 101something.  It has been a while since I have rolled over 9999 images, so I had been conditioned to the point of reflexively deleting the files at the root of the SD card as soon as I was done copying and backing up that card's contents.  Yeah.  You see where this is going. 

100something had been copied over and backed up to another drive.  I opened Lightroom and imported for a look.  Images from all three days, but not as many as I had thought.  "Damn, I shot far fewer then I thought!"  Then, as I looked through them, I started noticing that the ones I was really looking for were missing.  The ones from the final night with what happened to have the best sunset and the bulk of my experimenting and practice. 

Then it hit me.

I had forgotten about the 101something folder completely.  I had deleted everything from the SD card once I had finished the first, having jumped back to root and not giving my eyes a last chance to see that other folder.  You know that feeling of getting kicked in the gut, right?  Well, ok, neither do I, but I bet our imaginations aren't far off.  Shit. 

Not a fun feeling.  I festered all that evening.  Pouting, pissed at myself, crap.  Finally slept on it and decided that it was still great fun and incredibly enjoyable.  But I still wanted to use that time for improvement, dammit.  Sigh...next time. 

The next morning I was thinking about my typical modus operandi...I am, after all, a techie of twenty years.  I recalled all those crazy times I had recovered other peoples' information at times like this...I had just never done it for myself.  I recalled that I typically don't reformat any kind of storage device very often.  Techies, sue me - we all have our opinions and I feel that reformatting too often degrades the storage surface/registers more quickly than would otherwise be expected.  There was a glimmer of hope, as 'deleting' doesn't always mean 'deleting permanently' in this arena. 

So off I went.  I'll try to be concise as I spent over eight hours yesterday on this recovery project.  Fortunately I had not shot any new images as if you 'delete' and not 'reformat' a card it only overwrites given parts of the card as it needs to, leaving behind most of the data that was there previously; it basically only wipes the file allocation information information.  You can read up on FAT and other file systems as you like if you want more info but I'll try to keep this to low-tech ideas. 

I searched through today's iterations of file recovery tools, tried a few from reputable sources and landed on Recuva.  I could try others as I was effectively only reading from the card, not changing the information that was there.  I'll leave the explanation on how to use it to its developers and others; suffice it to say it was interesting how many files were still on the card, dating back to June 2014.  In the interest of experimenting I restored everything I could find.  The crazy thing, and this might have been a limitation of the free version I was using, was that I could see the original _DSC0001 to _DSCXXXX files I had 'lost' but when I recovered them to disk and tried importing them Lightroom was not able to.  Corrupt, missing information, I am not sure.  There did exist these files named (likely from something in part of the metadata) Michael Pichahchy_###.nef files of all kinds, over a thousand of them.

I ended up restoring everything I could to a temporary folder to see what Lightroom could recognize and what it could not.  I pared down the huge list of images to only those I was missing - 179 en totale.  I knew I was missing quite a few!!  What sucked is that they were scattered numerically all over those listed, and intermixed with files dating back about seven months.  The cool thing is that all of the original information was there - all of the metadata, and seemingly no loss of image information, even to 1:1 in Lightroom.  So...I could have festered over a script to rename them somehow but given how they were all over there was nothing linear I could do, so I spent the last hour of recovery working out the order based on metadata and renaming them manually.  It wasn't too bad...a little penance for having made such a blunder.  Ultimately a small price to pay and I was given an opportunity to brush up on some atrophying l337 g33k ski11z. 

So, another happy ending.  Very happy - some of these are very enjoyable and I learned a ton.  And I am only getting started with this batch, too.

I can't wait to get out there again. 


(Monterey 1 removed temporarily)

(Monterey 2 removed temporarily)




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