A photograph from a recent stroll thru UNC campus. Waited at this spot for something interesting to happen in front of the beautiful light. Getting noticed as I snapped a few frames is about as interesting as it got. 1/3200 sec, f/1.2, ISO 160, 50mm Nikon prime.
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Random shot from somewhere not too far east of San Francisco. Lovely vehicle.
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Like I said, t'was a big old fire. Shot on a tripod, 8.0 sec shutter, f/4.5, ISO 800, 17mm.
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At the end of the day, we set fire to a giant pile of old wood and dead trees. Biggest bonefire I've seen in a long time. The flames went high in the sky, the embers (fire bugs) higher. I must have shot a hundred frames of the embers, trying to get a pleasing pattern. This top one is one of my favorites, achieved by shooting with a long shutter speed and shaking the camera during the exposure. 0.8 sec shutter, f/2.8, ISO 2000, 145mm.
Another one I liked. This could be a shot of someone's hair in a backlight. 0.3 sec, f/2.8, ISO 2000, 200mm.
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That's my dad, Timothy Llewellyn Godwin. 1/640 sec, f/2.8, ISO 400, 70mm.
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The pitch of the pier roof wasn't so steep that we needed any safety measures to keep us on it, but it was still possible to lose one's balance and drop off the edge. The landing beneath would have been cold, and a bit too shallow to make it safe from 15 ft. Luckily, no one made the plunge. 1/160 shutter, f/10, ISO 400, 24mm.
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The old pier has been up for over 50 years, and there's been plenty of storms and hurricanes that have tried to lay it down, without success. We did notice that one half of it was less than perfectly square though, probably rocked off kilter by one of those storms (or a few). You can see how the lengths of tin didn't match up as we worked our way down the roof on the right side. Not to worry, the jagged edge will be covered up with a nice tin ridge cap.
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The day after Thanksgiving, we assembled to knock out a chore we had been planning on since the summer: to replace the tin roof on our family pier, built on the Chowan River in 1957 by my Great-Grandfather. As far as anyone knew, the tin we were replacing was the original stuff, but it wasn't in that bad a shape for all those years, just rusty as hell. The stuff we replaced it with came off a dissembled chicken house, and as you can see here, it had a few traces of rust itself, so the next step will be a coat of aluminum paint to get it nice and shiny. Here my cousin Kevin looks out over a job that we knocked out twice as fast as anyone had hoped, all the old tin gone and replaced in about four hours.
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Started a little bonfire as the family stood around after the big meal on Thanksgiving. The clouds and darkening light made a perfect, contrastingly cool backdrop to the warm fire light on the bush. Shot on a tripod, 1/4 second, f/2.8, ISO 1600.
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As usual I find myself getting behind on the blog posts. Only a month left, gotta keep it up! Shot this one of my uncle Gordon, as he stood in for the test shot of our family portrait on Thanksgiving. I just like his expression.
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If you follow this blog, or you like the Avett Brothers, then you know my buddy Joe Kwon. After that last series of live Avett shots he's probably been on this blog almost as much as Coyote. You probably also know of a certain other cello player by the name of Ben Sollee. Ben's got a unique style and rocking approach to playing that I've never seen before, and on top of that he's a totally cool fellow, down to earth and involved in a lot of the stuff that me and my people love: farming, sustainability, and riding bikes for really long distances with lots of gear. Ben and Joe got together the other day in Chapel Hill for Ben's performance at Memorial Hall with Carrie Rodriguez, and Joe even joined him on stage for a song during the show. The wife and I sat back and enjoyed while the performance took place, but I was able to get a few shots during rehearsal.
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The other day, on the way to the grocery store, I saw they were burning a field near my house. From the road, the scene looked amazing: apocalyptic, desolate, freaking on FIRE. I wanted to photograph it, immediately, but I was on a grocery mission and didn't have the camera. I hurried through the store and headed home to see if I could squeeze a shot or two in. It was just about to get dark, so like a good husband I left my wife to put away the groceries and drove back with my camera. The field was off the road a few hundred yards, and there didn't appear to be any access or parking except right through several people's property. The darkness was falling fast, and I figured it would take too long to go to someone's door and ask permission to park and walk through their yard, and my beard isn't exactly conducive to first impressions at dusk, so I decided to head back without a shot...
The next day I could still smell the smoke from my house, and given the size of the piles of wood they had been burning, I figured it was still on. This time, I checked on Google Earth to see where the field was in relation to the woods near my house, and as it turned out, I saw that I could b-line right through the woods to the backend of the field. So I did, around 4pm. I used a hiking GPS unit to mark the exact edge of the field, because the woods back here are thick and run on for hundreds of acres in some directions. You'd think someone bright enough to do that would be bright enough to bring his headlamp too. That's a lesson I've preached on to many people before. After running around this war zone of a clear-cut pine stand for an hour or so, avoiding the detection of a bulldozer through the smoke screens and wood piles, it was dark and I was in the smoke-laden woods with no light. Luckily the GPS showed me exactly where I had walked, so I retraced those steps back through the forest, and only got tangled in barbed wire enough to fall over once.
This is the last one I got before I headed back into the woods. Looks light enough to walk home by, but that's because it's a 20 second exposure, Mr. Smarty Pants.
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Rock-rocking it.
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Scott and Seth sing ballads of love, hate, and gettin' murdered in the city.
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Bob Crawford, bathed in a yellow glow.
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My good buddy, Joe Kwon, used to sit down to play the cello when we had a band together. Now, he can almost do a backflip with the thing without losing intonation.
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