Panorama stitches, two approaches

Easy vs. less easy. Heavy vs. light. Field of view vs. field of view. Rotating a knob vs. rotating a camera.

Each of these two photographs is made from a few images. The top is made using three frames, the bottom used five. Stitched in Photoshop to make each one, using different methods. With one of it the camera didn’t move at all. For the other the camera had to be rotated between exposures. Very different cameras, optics too. A Canon 5DII with a 24mm shift optic and a Fuji X100S with the 28–ish wide angle aux. lens mounted in a panohead I had laying about. No nodal plate to correct for parallax error. In other words, not quite according to the pano manuals.

Canon 5DII, 24/3.5 shifted 12mm left and right, Photoshop stitched (reposition) and cropped to 2,35:1.

Fujifilm X100S with the WCL-X100 aux. lens, 5 images rotated at 15° intervals in a non–parallax corrected pano head. Photoshop stitched (circular) and cropped to 2,35:1.

The two show about the same horizontal field of view, but quite different on the vertical scale. Fundamentally different approaches to recording raw material as well as stitching, resulting in very different outcome.

As much as I’d love to love the 5D pano for its simplistic and orthodox approach (and the fact that I don’t have to purhcase anything to do it properly–ish) I seem to prefer the rotated results of the Fuji. And now I’m referring only to the geometry in the image, and how it lacks the stretched–edge effect that often shows up with rectlinear superwides. Of course, the stretched–edge could be compensated for, it might even be possible to record a simple action that automated much of the process. On the other hand I’m a hopeless Fuji fanboy when it comes to file quality, or character. Oh choices.

More testing is in order. I don’t quite understand this pano thing anyway.

Click pics for more pixels, at Flickr. Neither is checked for stitching errors.

Newspaper boy

Nearly every household on the Paper Route was a subscriber. Which is more than a little scary, considering whose interests the paper represented—and still does, to an even greater degree in recent times. The fact that the neighbourhood was an established middle/upper–middle class area might explain it to some extent, still the feeling I’m left with is that during the 80’s there was a thick blanket of uncritical thinking—apathy even—keeping a good part of the Icelandic nation warm. That may be an overstatement though, I’m certainly no historian.

The grocery store closed a long time ago. Sometimes in between then and now people more or less stopped shopping at the smaller local stores, and took up driving to shopping centres to get hold of their necessities. That’s pretty much all that is left now, shopping centres.

The retirement home next door is still up and running though. I wonder where they buy their groceries these days.

Of course none of this had anything to do with me at the time—I was twelve, worrying about being twelve.

Way home—empty bags

I first wrote about the Paper Route here.

All photos can be clicked for more pixels.

“Drop bar for mountain biking: part I to V”

Came across this on the www and since my bike now has a grave need for some bike–love and I seem to be developing an interest previously not known to me, here are a couple of links to a short series about drop bars on mountain bikes.

From Guitar Ted Productions.

Not that I’m likely to do much mountain biking, but for some reason I like the idea of having a bike that could.

Mountain bike by a reservoir.

To do: brakes, crankset, front derailleur, wires, saddle,.. bar?

Mama don’t take

New blog: Mama don’t take my Fujifilm away.

Not that I can think of any reason that she—or anybody—would want to do that.


black and white photograph of a man with a bicycle

Man with bicycle, overexposed HP5 (larger)

Some decades ago, I believe in 1994, I found myself in Denmark. Where people travel by bicycles. Among other things, I operated a camera. During that trip I made probably one of my all time favorite portraits—that wasn’t finished syncing to Dropbox when I left work today and probably isn’t something I’m about to share anyway.

In those days I went about with an SLR camera and a 35mm lens, sometimes a fifty, seldom something else. 90% of the time loaded with HP5—the black and white classic from Ilford which, if I’m not mistaken, is still in production—that I processed in a tiny darkroom while enjoying the smell of the chemicals (not being ironic, I really did).

I had this hardly-defined idea about how I wanted to be a street photographer, without much of a notion about what a street photographer did or was—other than being someone who observed and absorbed perhaps the life on the street and somehow managed to translate that to a 36mm strip of film—and still don’t. I believe it was more about the wish to be a part of something, rather than photographs. Such as the one above that was obviously done sometimes after finding out how much I liked the blurry movement effect of a 1/8th of a second (or even slower shutter) speed.

I also had a—also hardly-defined—idea about wanting to photograph people, away from the street context. Again, the wish to be-a-part-of, to belong, and other than that not much of an idea what a portrait was about, but in contrast to street photography I do seem to have developed some opinions about portraiture since. It wasn’t long after this though that I stopped photographing altogether, mostly because it wasn’t going anywhere. Stuck on a street, at 1/8th of a second I guess.

Some years later I picked it up again, the camera and the thirty-five, and although it took years before vaguely starting to form an identity as a photographer, I’m glad I did. And as much as I find the photograph above a bit of a cliché and seem to be somewhat embarrassed by it, I’m bloody fond of it too. Much more fond of it actually than anything else. I mean, it’s a footprint. On a path that—although crooked and rocky, without a notion of destination, often going in circles and seemingly never coming to an end—I’m really glad to have hiked on.

Lately though it feels more and more like it’s time for another break from hiking. That, or I need to find a pair of boots that fit better.