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It was tough to choose photos last night since most of them shared the same characteristics: high contrast with an angle. Years ago, I would have misused the curves, contrast, and burn tools to get this result (would& #39;ve been obvious). Had to learn things the hard way, of course.
I& #39;ve learned a lot about how to work with/around the lights of emergency response vehicles. My camera always latches on to white lights, so I try to use a person to blot them out. That gives the other lights (red/orange/blue), which bounce off of water and smoke, more dominance.
This requires a lot of shuffling around on the ground, which can make people nervous since they don& #39;t understand that I& #39;m using them to blot out a light. Also, although I try to be respectful of the space folks need to operate, there& #39;s always someone who wants me to go elsewhere.
There is one particular person who likes to flex the muscle at fire scenes. I rarely see them but when I do, they send me down the street. Once, they sent me to the next street, which is where I found a way to get on the roof of a building next to the building that was on fire.
My point is that the formula for colorful photographs of fire scenes isn& #39;t too difficult but, in the end, it all comes down to whether people are comfortable with your presence. In many cases, I hang back and use the puddles to reflect fire activity because that& #39;s all I can do.
In other cases, even when I apply respectful distance because there isn& #39;t any caution tape, someone will flex. Once, in the Southwestern District, a firefighter said he might have to confiscate my camera and then suggested the cops would take it after I questioned the legalities.
That& #39;s people for you. If they think you don& #39;t know any better, then they& #39;ll take advantage of that. It& #39;s a tale as old as time. True as it can be.
Barely even friends.
Then somebody bends.
Unexpectedly.
You get what I& #39;m saying.
I really do despise Disney love tales though.
Barely even friends.
Then somebody bends.
Unexpectedly.
You get what I& #39;m saying.
I really do despise Disney love tales though.
Tweets ≠ we& #39;re friends and we can talk about what Disney movies you like now.
And of course, even when there is caution tape, someone may express concern. A firefighter at the site of this underground fire asked me if I was crazy and made me move across the street even though I was respecting the boundary of the caution tape. In retrospect, that was fair.
So, just like with anything else in life, you have to gauge your environment. Find a way to blot out the white light. Use the street or your knees as a tripod. Shuffle around on the ground if that& #39;s what it takes to keep your subject in the right spot.
There will be bad experiences but keep trying until the right set of circumstances arise. It& #39;s like Katt Williams said: All real mother fuckers is only waiting on one opportunity and that& #39;s the opportunity to show a mother fucker they ain& #39;t bullshitting. https://www.dailymotion.com/video/xcazae ">https://www.dailymotion.com/video/xca...
