Woody Allen Light makes the Light Field even better

Years ago I was working on a film in New York City. Our location guy had been also working on a film for Woody Allen and said told us a story. According to my friend, Woody was shooting an exterior scene in Central Park, but had held up production because the sun was out and he wanted it behind a cloud, at least. So my friend was dispatched to call the National Weather Service contact that they had (pre-cell phones and iPads). He did not see any clouds in the sky. So he asked the person at the other end if clouds were coming. The response was no. Then he pleaded, “Do you even see any clouds on the radar?”
Well, if you are fan of Mr. Allen’s films, you will see a characteristic light, soft and flat. This last Sunday morning it was trying to rain at my house, but could not quite get it together to pour. So I dashed out to the lemon tree loaded with fruit and also beginning to blossom to try some shots. Here I present “When life gives you lemons, make light field pictures.”









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Walk on Sweetzer with Mandelbrot’s roughness in the light field…

We human types are wired for roughness. Benoit Mandelbrot and Nassim Nicolas Taleb introduced me to the term and now I see it everywhere. Took a stroll on Sweetzer on a sunny day and found some stuff with which to play with my cute little kaleidoscope camera. Or overgrown lipstick pix máquina. I loved the old tree trunks and some other elements. Just stayed in the range of exposure that worked and did not worry too much about the things I could not see. (Meaning the limited brightness range of the digital sensor – but who really cares?) It’s about light and color and roughness, not technically exacting pictures like in my other life with translites and motion pictures (Amazing Spider-Man) and television (Tonight Show). Just having a walk, taking in the world around me and loving it. As I write, Oye (Rosabel’s Cubarican Club mix) spins by Gloria Estefan. I always feel the beat way more than I can tell you how they make it. It is why beer joints at the beach are more popular than pilgrimages to desert monasteries, although we may find joy in both. Have a look.
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