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OOC:
I envisage this to be a photographer based story - but not necessary a photographer and a model. Could be two photographers - or some one wanting to learn a few tricks of the trade. Please PM me with your ideas. Adrian
Name: Peter
Age: 40 something
Build, tall, the average middle class guy, fitish but eats well
Hair: brown, receding
Eyes: Blue
Matrimonial Status: Widower, daughter in her teens
The sky was dark, moody; as the summer thunderclouds gathered. In between shone bright beams of sunlight, dancing on the skyline with a chequered pattern of light and dark.
It was still hot and muggy, despite the clouds, and the freshening breeze. The lighting conditions were dramatic, making a plain urban landscape full of bright colours, and dark shadows.
Peter composed the photo, a series of arches fading into the distance under the viaduct, the intense colours of the red, and purple bricks, the harsh contrast of the graffiti art.
The shutter fired as he held his breath, to minimise camera shake. A former soldier, he always fired his camera as he fired is rifle, to ensure a sharp, in focus photo as possible. He wanted depth of field, with that came slower shutter speeds.
Unaware that he was being watched, Adrian moved position, before bringing the eyepiece to his eye, composing for another shot. He moved around the arches, then the metal structs of the steel rail bridge, looking for those once in a million compositions, a mixture of the right lighting conditions, and of course being in the right place at the right time.
The sky echoed with a low deep rumble of distant thunder, before a train passed over head, the sound of steel against steel. He saw her again, as he composed his shot, holding is breath as he took five successive shots, for an HDR composition.
He heard the crunch of rubber soles against gravel as his shutter finished, and the soft voice of a female.
He turned over his shoulder, looking at the source of the voice.
OOC:
I envisage this to be a photographer based story - but not necessary a photographer and a model. Could be two photographers - or some one wanting to learn a few tricks of the trade. Please PM me with your ideas. Adrian
The Urban Photographer
Name: Peter
Age: 40 something
Build, tall, the average middle class guy, fitish but eats well
Hair: brown, receding
Eyes: Blue
Matrimonial Status: Widower, daughter in her teens
The sky was dark, moody; as the summer thunderclouds gathered. In between shone bright beams of sunlight, dancing on the skyline with a chequered pattern of light and dark.
It was still hot and muggy, despite the clouds, and the freshening breeze. The lighting conditions were dramatic, making a plain urban landscape full of bright colours, and dark shadows.
Peter composed the photo, a series of arches fading into the distance under the viaduct, the intense colours of the red, and purple bricks, the harsh contrast of the graffiti art.
The shutter fired as he held his breath, to minimise camera shake. A former soldier, he always fired his camera as he fired is rifle, to ensure a sharp, in focus photo as possible. He wanted depth of field, with that came slower shutter speeds.
Unaware that he was being watched, Adrian moved position, before bringing the eyepiece to his eye, composing for another shot. He moved around the arches, then the metal structs of the steel rail bridge, looking for those once in a million compositions, a mixture of the right lighting conditions, and of course being in the right place at the right time.
The sky echoed with a low deep rumble of distant thunder, before a train passed over head, the sound of steel against steel. He saw her again, as he composed his shot, holding is breath as he took five successive shots, for an HDR composition.
He heard the crunch of rubber soles against gravel as his shutter finished, and the soft voice of a female.
He turned over his shoulder, looking at the source of the voice.
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