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Willow trees

 

The Dark Side

"No trespassing, we're tired of hiding the bodies"

Pictures of my childhood playground, The Old Wood and Hags Wood.

Lycanthropic tendencies

It's a full moon, 2.30AM, I can't sleep, restlessness, night sweats, hairy palms, jeez my toe nails... time for a walk.

There are no street lights around here so it's perfect for lockdown loonies.

Technical note: I had to photoshop all of these as the iPhone renders all images as daylight so, remove yellow, add blue, balance luminance, ignore AI, voila.

 

Mush

Q. What happens when you put a a new smartphone in the hands of lycanthrope...

A. He tries to break it of course. I have used this example to specifically show the current limitations of technology and AI. The image below was taken by moonlight at 3.00AM on an iPhone 12 flagship. Look at what the AI has done to the areas it can not decipher - mush. Think I'll call it the 'mush filter'.

 

Falling into place

 Starting to get the hang of this iPhone photography stuff now...

iPhone Camera

A few casual pic's from the iPhone - not much good for open landscapes when you blow them up but quite pleased in general, especially hand-held in low light.

Happy New Year

Came across these bedraggled beauties in the Wolds.

In the RAW!

 iOS has updated and the iPhone 12 Pro Max now saves to RAW files in Adobe DNG format - woohooo! But, massive file sizes, way bigger than Nikon and it shows why Apple insist on processing the images in camera for HEIF and JPG. The RAW file shows that phone camera lenses really are rubbish. However, I don't mind either of these as at least it puts the processing in my hands rather than some jumped up dumb algorithm.

How I saved Bambi...

 ...or, why I will never be a great photographer.

I was out walking today when I noticed a commotion in the undergrowth. It was a young deer that was completely entangled in a wire fence. As I approached it started to panic, struggle and scream, I didn't know a deer could make that kind of a noise, it was a kind of loud high pitched squeal which echoed all around the woods. The poor thing was completely stuck and looked to be beyond help without the application of wire cutters. I thought about putting it out of it’s misery rather than leaving it to a lingering death or for the foxes later that night. I decided to at least try and release it first. I had to almost break its legs to get them free and then force it’s body through the tight hole that was constricting it, all the time it was kicking, terrified and screaming. Eventually, I managed to get it free and with only minor cuts it bounded off into the undergrowth and was gone without so much as a thankyou!

Later, on recollection I realised I had no photographs.