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Blueberry, blueberry, where are you?
You ought to have seen what I saw on my wayTo the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drumIn the cavernous pail of the first one to come! And all ripe together, not some of them greenAnd some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!"Blueberries by Robert Frost
Have you ever pulled a well-ripened blueberry from it’s comforting container and just … admired it? Hold it between your fingers. No, don’t squeeze it; it’ll burst at the seams. But, just cradle it. They have a delicate skin, a deepest of blue. Some of mine were just past the age of ripeness. You could see it in the skin, wrinkled like the skin of a well-worn man aged in the sun and retired from the orchard.
When ripened, blueberry skin becomes waxy, almost white and milky. This aging of it’s coat protects it from spoiling too quickly. But, at the same time, reveals a mottled and textured appeal for the camera. It gives life and depth to this tiny blue planet.
On one end a crater has formed from the tips of the flower petal. It resembles a miniature (yet mighty) impact of rock and ice on a planet surface. Really, go look. Tell me you don’t see it.
Anyway, I took up the idea of blueberries one evening recently after having seen a photo of this delightful little fruit falling into a bowl and leaving a trail of light in it’s wake. I wanted to recreate that image to see if I could do it. Sadly, I came to the conclusion that it’s not as easy as it looked.
I’m still mulling over why I failed here. The scientist in me could give you a hundred different technical reasons on why I couldn’t capture it, starting at “not enough ambient light” and ending somewhere around “not enough hand-eye coordination to coordinate the falling berries and the shutter”. The storyteller in me just wants to say that the idea, however much I had chased it, just wasn’t in me. Frustration set in when I wasn’t getting what I wanted.
So, like every grand experimenter, I tried something different.
A little side journey here. One of the things I’d promised myself recently was to shoot every Strobist Bootcamp II subject presented to me. I did the first. Failed on the second (but made up for it with my coffee beans). When the results were announced, I went through the entire 700+ list of entries just to see what people were doing. I declare that I’m standing on the shoulders of giants here. The one that caught my eye (before it was announced as the winner) was this one. Peppers in a well-seasoned skillet. Now this … this has character. This pan has a story to tell, of all the wonderful and comforting dinners it’s sizzled away at. You can see the scratches and dings and pock marks. A hedonistic patina built up by years and years of use.
And this is how ideas start.
I wanted something like this, something showing off the well-used baking stone we have. Our second stone, in fact, lovingly built up through years of curing under the scorching oven heat, saturated with the oils leached out of the foods we’ve cooked on it. French fries, battered fish, bread, pizza … you name it, we’ve cooked it. This has taken years. I was crushed when, in a moment of idiocracy, I took our first stone and set it under a fountain of water coming from our kitchen sink. It was the CRACK! heard ’round the world. Yep. The sudden change of temperature from hellfire and brimstone to cold, cold river water did me in. And I remember that moment every time I’m cooking on our second stone because of the time and effort it takes to season one of these well. An unseasoned stone is no stone to cook on.
So, I had my stone. And I had my blueberries. Like chocolate and peanut butter: two great tastes tasting great together. I had the soul and depth of my background with the life and zest of my subject. So, what to do? Be like any great artist and just plop my load of tiny planets down on this dark brown thingy. Make it look not-so-arranged and neat. Order is the bane of inconsistency. I played with the light a bit combining a bit of flash with a bit of incandescent and didn’t like it all that much; the blue and the orange just didn’t work well with this. 
The orange just detracts from the color of the blueberries, warming them up too much. They’re blue. They needed to be stark and cold and inviting that way.
I labored on. I spent hours upon hours arranging each and every berry in the most articulate of ways. You know, pushing and prodding gently with a toothpick, picking them up one by one with tongs like a little berry crane, and gingerly dropping them down upon the other without a moments hesitation. Ok, not really. They were unceremoniously dumped from the bowl I was eating them out of and finger-kicked until it looked
right, I realized I was still missing something. Steel! Cold, hard steel. Everyone loves a good blade right?
I’m still debating which photo I like more: with the blade or without. I wanted to see some of the detail and striations in the knife’s makeup. It really is a pain in the ass to get that angled correctly so the detail is teased out without blowing out the stripes. I tried adding some drops of water blown on to the entire arrangement but it looked contrived. I also thought about crushing some berries but … by that point, I was just eating them before I could sufficiently place the crushed ones back on the board.
Oh well.
The lighting setup on this wasn’t too difficult. One 32″ white shoot-through umbrella on the far side of the baking stone to give me that broad northern-looking light. I had a second light on-camera but aimed directly up at the ceiling to create a large fill source. I wanted just enough light to bring up some of the shadow detail without killing it and without blowing out the detail in the knife. I think it worked well enough.
But again, I’m still not sure which picture I like more. One thing’s for sure: the berries were good. I’ll need to go and get some more before the season dies out.
Juan Valdez, eat your heart out!
I promised myself I would do every Strobist Bootcamp II assignment this go-around. I swear I did. When I failed at doing the second one (the food assignment), I went out and bought some random vittles at Whole Foods to make up for it. A good strobist I was. I chose a random smattering of things: serrano peppers, fresno peppers, coffee beans, spaghetti (spinach AND wheat), two-bite brownies, and pints of blueberries.
Sadly, the brownies didn’t make it out of the evening alive. But the coffee beans did! I’m not sure about the photos though. I need to take a step back and re-evaluate what I did and figure out how I could have made them better. I think the biggest problem is that they’re just too uniform in color. All brown, no biscuit.
Biscotti might have helped.
But that’s ok. I still managed to spend over an hour working the light and coming up with something that looked good. Compared to many of the 2nd assignment’s submissions, I think they suck a bit. For the reason mentioned above. I just didn’t think enough about what I wanted to do with what I had.
I have a few more ideas to work through for the berries and peppers, but that’s going to take a day or two before I’m ready to even work on that. The hard part is trying to re-create northern sunlight coming in through the window in the dining room. It’s just too hot during the day to try and shoot back there.
I’ve included a few lighting setup shots so you can see what I was doing. It’s not much, but it’s a start.
What I’m realizing now is that, while the umbrellas do really well at creating a large, soft light, they’re extremely challenging to control. I mean, it’s a big round light. At one point, I was getting hot spots coming through because of how close I had the umbrella to the kitchen table. Solved that by slipping a piece of paper inside the umbrella at the point where it came closest to the table top to help diffuse out more of the light. That definitely worked great.
But, I need a good softbox. I need more light control for something like this.
In time.
But yeah, take a look at my coffee. Juan Valdez ain’t got nothin’ on my coffee bean yumminess! I think I’ll have to play with this idea some more. Add some piles of white cane sugar, maybe some cinnamon sticks. And a different mug. The brown is definitely just too much.
Oh, and next time I’m buying cheaper coffee. Something I can throw away when I’m done; or at least keep away from my wife who kept trying to act as part of the coffee bean thievery guild of greater Austin. Maybe I’ll just buy her her own coffee and that’ll solve my problem.
More photos from the evening. Click through to see the explicit lighting details.
"Where’s your missionary?"
Foreigners cannot enjoy our food, I suppose, any more than we can enjoy theirs. It is not strange; for tastes are made, not born. I might glorify my bill of fare until I was tired; but afer all, the Scotchman would shake his head, and say, “Where’s your haggis?” and the Fijan would sigh and say, “Where’s your missionary?”Mark Twain A Tramp Abroad
Southern fried catfish. Covered and smothered in the hardiest cornmeal batter you can find and dropped into a vat of oil rolling and seething with the fury of the seas boiling before a hurricane. Add some golden fried chips, a splash of tartar sauce, and a hushpuppy or three? You have the makings for some good eats right there.
Work had their annual picnic recently. The main course that was catered in was catfish, cooked on the spot, served hot, and all you can stuff down your gullet. Definitely a photo-op to be sure. I don’t remember the company they brought in. It was the Manchaca Fire Department (Manchaca Firehall). They pulled in a large trailer replete with refrigerators packed with catfish, a rather large prep area, and four or five deep fryers. 
The more people ate, the more fish they battered and sacrificed to the gods of Canola and Flame.
The lines for the food stretched from one end of the building to the other. People chattered and kibitzed, but only in the politest of manners. There was a table full of lego men. Yes, I said lego men. One of the odd traditions, I’ve discovered. They (as in the group, not the lego men) have team building exercises wherein groups race to build dozens of lego men and the winners get … more lego men. But all the ones that are built throughout the year get bundled up and given away at this picnic.
Strange, I know. What more could you ask for from a team building experience?
Now, where was I. Yes, they gave out lego men. I picked up one of the medics. Why a medic? I used to work with a Vietnam Vet and he’d occasionally pipe up and yell, “MEDIC! I’M HIT!” whenever something bad went down in the environment. So, I had to pickup a corpsman and stretcher to keep on my desk. Oddly enough, the medic and I soon parted ways when I gave it to my office mate. He objects to the lego men. Something about zombie hordes of little plastic men coming to take over the world or something. Or maybe not. I can’t exactly remember. I just recall the look on his face when I placed it on his desk.
But, back to the story. I’m finding that the camera is going with me everywhere most days now. Especially with the new lens cranked on there. I swear, it’s practically welded on by this point. Knowing that there’d be a few hundred people at this picnic, it went along with me. I encountered a few other photogs there. They were focusing on the event in general. 
I was just having fun. With my camera and my heaping plate of food, I grabbed a chair and camped out at a table next to my friend Scarlett. I stole a few shots of her food because it looked more interesting than mine. But then, it was more interesting because I’d eaten most of my catfish and hadn’t yet gone back for seconds.
I ended up being joined by a few of the associate VPs. Funny that. I had to be on my best behavior. Wouldn’t want to make a resume-altering statement in front of three of the most powerful people in the group. So, I mostly ate in silence and occasionally took a photo or two. When all was said and done, I finished off the afternoon with the remains of what was on the table. Empty plates, full bellies, and nothing but trash.
One of the AVPs commented how good my camera was when the photo of the trashed remains came up on the screen. I pointed out it was the photographer that made the photo. The camera, unlike the photog, was just a tool.
I think it went over their heads.
They still liked the photo, though. And me, I was fat, dumb, and happy. Full of catfish and ready for a nap.
Austin Hangouts
Every Thursday I go to hangout with friends after work. Nothing fancy, just a group that likes to sit down, have some dinner, maybe some coffee, and bullshit for a few hours. Invariably, we all tend to haunt the same dives in Austin for our merriment. Figured I’d at least share some of the better places to go kick around.
Spiderhouse: one of my local haunts for the last few years. Spiderhouse is rather … eclectic. Even for a coffee house. Spiderhouse wasn’t so much designed as organically grown. Most of the seating is outside either under the porch awning, out on the brick patio, or under the gigantic pecan trees out back. They food is ok. It’s mostly vegetarian. Not particularly my thing. But I don’t go there for the food, I go there for the occasional good DJ playing while we’re relaxing with friends, the decent cup of hot chocolate or apple cider when it’s cold, or the pint or two of Liveoak Heffe that’s needed when it’s blazingly hot out.
Ruby’s BBQ: Ruby’s is a stone’s through from Spiderhouse. If you’re a meatasaurus rex and you’re craving meat, it’s the place to go if you’re up near campus. Another one of Austin’s hole-in-the-walls, the place looks like it’s about to fall apart. The tiny one-toilet men’s room is covered in graffiti and you have to squeeze your fat ass into the door because it’s just so damn tight. But the staff is good, the brisket is better, and the cobbler … pretty damned tasty.
Dirty Martin’s: I found out about this place a few months back. If you could throw a stone and hit Ruby’s from Spiderhouse, you could hit Dirty Martin’s with a bow and arrow (“I fire an arrow into the air and where it lands I know not … ooooh! damn, it hit Dirty’s”). Yet another greasy spoon in Austin. If you have a heart condition, this is probably not the place for you. Serving one of the best quadruple bypasses in the city, Dirty’s is the place to go for hamburgers and fries. This is one of the line cooks. I never caught his name, but his expressions are hilarious when you catch him listening to conversations. Nice guy. Sit at the bar if you can. One of the more classic diner feels in Austin. Oh, and the milkshakes aren’t half-bad either.