In the clearing…
…stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade, and he carries the reminders….. lah lah lah lah lah. With apologies to Simon & Garfunkel.
Look, just think yourself lucky you can’t actually hear me singing it. I’ve heard that burst eardrums are particularly painful.
So.. I was commissioned to shoot images of some up-and-coming young sports people, as part of a college bursary scheme. Strange word bursary. I’m more familiar with scholarship, but there you go.
Fortunately we had use of a Jimminyasium (someone once said it to me like that), as on the day of the shoot it was the weather from hell. Horizontal sheets of rain.
So once in the Gymnasium and having cleared up the pools of water that poured off me, I got to work.
For me the stand-out images of the shoot were of a boxer, and first up, just lit with a softbox:
Believe me, that’s a big fist when it’s up that close.
I then decided I’d kill-off the ambient. Regular readers of my drivel excellent weblog will know it’s one of my fave ways of focussing the viewers eyes onto the subject, and me being able to control the light instead of the other way around.
Lit with a gridded mini-beauty dish. Gridded? Can’t be a real word surely?
TTFN
