The Obsessive Photographer

Bad Speaker Placement!

Something I am asked routinely is “why is retouching important”? Many people think of retouching as removing blemishes and imperfections, which is part of it of course…but that’s just the beginning.

Retouching is a painstaking and very time consuming process, but one that must not be overlooked when preserving family memories. Taking photos that avoid “background clutter” is the job of your photographer. When doing a photo session the entire frame has to be considered, not just the subject. Backgrounds should enhance the beauty and concentrate focus on the subject, not be distracting.

In reality “retouching” is something you really shouldn’t even think about, and certainly not SEE in your finished images.  That’s your photographer’s job.  So, how do you find a photographer that will do this masterfully for you?

• First you need to find someone who is able to find the annoying background items that many people will miss.  You’d be surprised how many people overlook the “rest of the picture”, focusing only on the subject.  Find someone very detail oriented.
• Most software packages provide tools for removing background items through “cloning”.  Some are automatic, but they never work as well as hand manipulation.  You have to find someone who is talented at using their tools to their fullest extent.
• Aside from software and technology…look for an artist.  Again, software can help you remove background items, but only someone with an artistic eye will make things dissappear like they were never there.

Along with the example at the top of this post here is an additional image from a recent wedding I shot.  As you’ll see there was very little I could have done about the background…but providing images with the “eyesores” wasn’t even a consideration.

Security Cameras shouldn't grow out of the Bride's head

As you can see in the above images the background may not “ruin” the images, but there are distracting elements that shouldn’t be there. These are just two images out of about 30 that required painstaking work to prepare from this particular shoot, which represents hours of work most people don’t realize.

Shadow Play...removed additional shadows as well as vollyball net.

The shot above is from a recent family shoot I did.  I loved the shadow from the little boy on the sand, but there were other kids playing in the background, and the volleyball net.  Instead of abandoning the idea of the shot I took it and worked on it in post-processing.

Again, ultimately you shouldn’t even see anything was done.  You should just concentrate on the beauty of the image, and remember the moment.

So whether you’re booking a large wedding, a family shoot, or any commercial session, look for an artist.  Find someone completely dedicated to their craft and you’ll get what you’re truly looking for!

Indian Key 5, by Clyde Butcher

Clyde Butcher is the preeminent master of Florida landscape photography. He is arguably the best landscape photographer in the country today. His stunning black and white images shot on large format film evoke instant longing to go find a Florida back road and follow it wherever it takes you, just don’t forget your camera.

Thanks to my Father-In-Law, I was not only able to attend a lecture by Clyde and his long time friend and fellow photographer Jeff Ripple tonight…I also got to spend a few moments speaking with him. As I drove down to the event tonight (the opening of their joint showing at Bradenton’s “South Florida Museum”) I wondered what I would ask him if I had the chance.

I met my Father-In-Law at the museum and went in. It was the first time I had been to an actual showing of Butcher’s work in all their enormous glory. Shot in either 8″X10″, 11″X14″ or 12″X20″ formats, his images can be printed from 11″X14″ up to 5′X8′. These big, beautiful images take you right where the shots were taken. Standing in front of these images I can feel the earth beneath my feet, wet or dry. I can smell the air, feel the warmth of the sun, hear the birds call. It’s a visceral experience, a virtual absorption into the mind of the artist.

Clyde is 67 years old. He left his career as a successful architect to be a full time landscape photographer a year before I was born. All of the sudden talking to Clyde felt a little daunting.

Clyde Butcher and Thomas Sabo

I bought “Florida Landscape“, a book of Clyde’s images for him to sign. When I approached him I felt instantly at ease. The term “salt of the earth” comes to mind, a friendly and open man.

We spoke about his passion for photography, his leap from architecture to art, and the risks associated with it. I asked if he had any advice on how to “get there” and he gave me the simplest advice I think I’ve ever been given: “Just keep doing it”.

Sometimes I guess it really is that simple.  “Just keep doing it.”

There was something else I needed to know.  I have a close personal attachment to my photographs.  I can remember every circumstance, every feeling, emotional and physical from every shot.  I needed to know if I was the only one.  With a little more timidity I asked him “Do they call to you?“

He looked up, he had been signing my book when I asked.  “What?” he said.

“Your photos,” I replied “do they call to you?“  Wondering if I was sounding as silly if I felt like I was.  Then an amazing thing happened.  He looked me straight in the eye, with a look of complete understanding and replied with one word.

“Absolutely.”

Nothing more needed to be said.  He understood what I was asking and I had gotten my answer.  It was really a wonderful moment, meeting what surely was a kindred spirit.

We attended the lecture in the planetarium where both Clyde and Jeff spent an hour projecting their images onto the ceiling of the dome and explaining each individual shot.  They were generous with both their knowledge and experiences, sharing both the beauty and the environmental importance of the Florida Everglades.  It was a great lecture and I enjoyed it greatly.  If you ever have the opportunity to view Clyde and Jeff’s work, take it.  If you have an opportunity to hear them speak don’t miss it, you’ll be happy you did.

Clyde Butcher and Thomas Damgaard Sabo

The Art Institute of Tampa  Culinary Team placed Bronze in their very first competition.  According to Chef Fred Lucardi the only thing that kept them from Gold was their speed, the team had the highest score in “Taste” and “Presentation”.  According to Chef Lucardi the Judges had nice things to say about the photography of the dishes (taken at our last shoot) which was a very nice compliment.

The team has updated and refined their dishes and asked me to shoot them again, what can I say…I was hungry for the opportunity (OK, OK, I know that was bad). The blog post for the first shoot is here if you’d like to see the improvement in the plating.

I had to wait for a while to post these photos so I didn’t release their improvements before the next competition. I’ll update this post with the results when I get them.

To inquire about photography services or schedule a food photography session click here. Thanks!

Art Institute Tampa Culinary Team Dish

Art Institute Institute Tampa, Appetizer

Art Institute of Tampa Main Dish

Art Institute Tampa Dessert

Maggie, our Italian Greyhound

It’s official: we have become certifiably insane.  We’ve become “those people” who dote on their dogs like they’re kids.  We’re officially held hostage by an incredibly cute, cuddly, loving, affectionate…damn, there I go again!  We’re being held captive by a vicious animal.

How the heck did this happen?

I guess you could say we are “pet people”.  We have “Kasey” a black cat we got free from a pet store when we moved in together in Nashville 14 years ago.  She’s old, but sturdy…and still plays like a kitten. 

Ten years ago our 90 lb. pure black German Shepard “Max” joined us as a puppy after we rescued him as a stray on the streets of downtown Tampa.  Max truly believes there are flesh-eating zombies roaming the streets of our quiet suburban neighborhood.  I know this because he alerts us to any movement in front of the house with his low “woofs”. These certainly warn us of impending doom, for which we are eternally grateful and reward him with food. 

I can’t leave out Jake, the three foot corn snake Tucker and I found under our boat in our back yard as a baby.  “Let’s keep him for a couple days to check him out” turned into a year and a half and about two feet longer than he was.  In short, we’ve never paid for a pet, they kind of “fall into” our family.

Then there was the fated day a year ago that Maggie came into our lives.  It all started with a casual trip to Petsmart after the three of us had dinner one night.  We were considering getting a kitten to keep Kasey company during the day.  Evidently it wasn’t “kitten season” as we were told, they didn’t have any.  Unfortunately Italian Greyhounds don’t follow the same biological clock. 

We saw the minuscule greyhound playing with her sister in the window and my wife thought we should just play with her for a minute.  I want to make it clear this was my wife’s decision (something she has to be reminded of occasionally now).

A mere 30 minutes later and something like a gazillion dollars on my Amex and we were on the way home with a dog who has more family history than most people I know.  That’s when we all started losing our minds.

Italian Greyhounds need sweaters. Who knew?

If you don’t know much about Italian Greyhounds (I.G.’s or “Iggies” as we have since learned), they are incredibly affectionate, loyal dogs.  They sleep quite a bit, normally burrowed under any available blankets.  If you are available they much prefer to curl up on your lap or beside you on the couch, so close you would think they are an extension of your body.  They wake up occasionally, look up at you with these eyes that could melt the polar ice caps, then nuzzle back down and go directly back to sleep.

I.G.’s use a lot of ingenuity when they want something, and they’re sneaky.  If they can’t get something by stealing it they’ll find a way to get you to get it for them.  Think it’s funny?  Get an I.G. and find out for yourself.  I took this video after finding Maggie outside of the bathroom where we kept her as a puppy.  Everything would be intact, but she was just out.  I set up the video and walked out the front door.  Came back 10 minutes later with her out…the video is priceless.

These dogs have a real personality.  It is said I.G.’s train their owners, not the other way around.  When I first read that I thought it was funny, now I understand.  Maggie is actually more like a cat than a dog.  She doesn’t do anything that isn’t her idea, so it makes getting her to do things a strategic challenge.  The funny thing is she doesn’t refuse defiantly, she does it with almost a comical, mischievous look on her face, tail wagging as if to say “look at the cute human, he wants me to actually give him the remote control I have successfully stolen from the coffee table.  Poor man, he doesn’t understand this is mine now“, just before taking off at roughly the speed of sound.

She loves to be chased, and at a top speed of 27 mph, I’m not catching her.  I recorded this video at 3am Christmas morning after Maggie decided we had been gone too long at my folks house and wanted to play…I had to run some energy out of her before going to bed.

She’s an incredibly smart dog.  She has as many toys as a toddler, and we typically have to pick up after her nightly after she’s taken them out of her toy box (yes, she has a toy box) and spread them around the family room.  When she wants to play she’ll go through her toy box and find just the right toy to play with.  This is a meticulous process that is really funny to watch.  She’ll pick up each toy, put it aside, dig out another one, put it aside, another one…and so on until she finds the one she wants and brings it over, tossing it casually onto your feet then standing there waiting for you to throw it for her.

She has her “bear”, her “flamingo”, her “mouse”, her “glove”, her “lion”, “rope bone”, etc.  We can ask her to bring us any of these and about 90% of the time she gets it right. As long as you’re playing she’s listening.

So, what'd you have for dinner?

She rules the house, no doubt about it.  She simultaneously annoys the heck out of everyone and makes them laugh out loud.  It’s pretty hard to get mad at her, and it doesn’t matter if you do since she won’t stop what she’s doing anyway.  Max is incredibly patient with her for an old dog, and Kasey tolerates her (and then they sleep together with Kim on the couch).

So as you might have gathered we’ve become “those people”.  I guess I have to willingly admit that.  I know I’ll catch some flack from some people for it, but I can’t help it.  I’m secure enough in my manhood to say my dog has me wrapped around her…um…paw?

I’m not alone either, she owns Kim and Tucker too, oh yeah…also my Mom & Dad, everyone else who comes to the house, our entire neighborhood, and one of my co-workers who has threatened to steal her if I turn my back for too long.  What a dog.  My only regret?  I wish we had one more

Maggie in full gallop

"I should get a treat for my patience with this small human"

It was a quiet night, finally. Our son was in bed, there wasn’t anything going on and I was already in my P.J.’s. I was tired, thinking of going to bed early and get a long nights sleep for once (I’m a night owl by nature). Just have to take care of a few chores before sneaking off to bed. I took our dog out the front door for her last walk of the night…that was pretty much what changed my grand plans.

There was a good size storm raging over the Gulf of Mexico, about 20 miles to the West. Overhead it was clear and still, stars sparkling brightly. There was no sound of lightning, just some random flashes. I saw them out of the corner of my eye as I stood there. Then I saw a big, single bolt…lost behind the house across the street.

Hmmm. Wish I hadn’t seen that. Maybe it was a fluke, the only big bolt to come down. Wouldn’t be able to capture it anyway with the houses on the other side of the street (I normally shoot off the back of the house where I have a clear view over the lake).

As I was trying to convince myself I could let this one go another huge silent bolt streaked down from the top of this beautiful thunderhead, with additional bolts lighting the cloud from the inside.

Dammit.

OK, the only way I can get this is from my roof. I couldn’t…could I? My wife will surely think I’ve lost my mind. Oh, what the heck…if she doesn’t know I’m crazy by now she probably should get confirmation. I’m doing it.

I rush inside like a tornado, hurriedly grabbing gear. Camera, check. Tripod, check. Wireless shutter release, check. Remote, check. My wife looked at me out of the corner of her eye. “What are you doing?” she said.

“Shooting some lightning in front of the house” I said, “from the roof.” I added quietly, turning as I said it, maybe she wouldn’t hear me.

“The roof? Do you really think that’s a good idea?” she said, quickly adding “storms happen all the time…” she said, kind of singing the last couple words, as if to emphasize how loony she thought I was being.

“Big storm…good stuff…be back in a little while” I said, rushing out to the garage before she could protest.

I grabbed the ladder and headed off like a pack mule around the corner of the house. Moments later I was straddling the peak of my roof, looking over the neighborhood toward the storm in the distance. The worlds largest and happiest lightning rod.

As quickly as I was up there the storm was generating beautiful bolts every 30-45 seconds. It never ceases to amaze me how large and clumsy my fingers are at moments like this.

So I get set up and start shooting, it doesn’t take long to score.

Every dark cloud has an electric lining

I was biting my nails hoping this one would turn out…I think it did.

Nature's Balance, Dual Strikes Over the Gulf of Mexico

And one more:

Running Man in the Western Sky

I sat up there for almost an hour, time melting away with each click of my camera.  My neighbor came out to let his dog out.  I sat up there, quietly, just hoping he wouldn’t look up and see me on my roof in my pajamas.  I wasn’t quite sure what I would say.  I laughed at myself and just kept shooting.  Each time I was ready to pack it up another bolt would streak through the sky, prompting “just one more shot”.

Finally I decided to call it a night, packed up and went inside.  As soon as I uploaded the photos my wife had to acknowledge my idea wasn’t so bad after all.  In fact she wants me to enlarge and frame the second one above.  OK, so far so good

I posted the first shot to my flickr photostream [link] and immediately started getting views, great!  This morning I got up to find the following comment from my Mom on my photo:

“I sure don’t like you sitting on the roof, I don’t want you to be a lightning rod, all the great shots in the world are not worth getting hurt over, but that is perhaps a mothers point of view.”

So I guess I got the shots, but I still ended up busted by my mom. So yes, I was a human lightning rod I guess, but I came through it just fine.  I love you mom!

So I get around Florida a good bit.  I’m not a fan of chain restaurants and avoid them if at all possible.  I work with Law Enforcement in a support function and trust if there’s anyone who can find a good place to eat it’s a cop.  I’m usually right.

When I’m working with an agency I almost always tell them to take me somewhere unique, local.  Alright, so there’s the occasion that I’m in a small town who finally got a Chili’s in their town (no more driving to the big city to eat!) where I give in and go to a chain, but usually there’s something better out there. Besides, they are convinced their Chili’s is better than the one by my house and there’s just no arguing with a cop.

Smokin' Joe's BBQ, Lithia Florida

Yesterday I was working with the Crisis Negotiation Team for Hillsborough County Sheriff’s Office out at their firing range.  South of Tampa in Lithia, Florida (a loooong way South).  The only thing I really knew was out there was a dirty old Circle K, an elementary school, a few houses and miles and miles of orange groves.  Being out in the middle of nowhere (which I don’t mind in the slightest, by the way) I was surprised when they said there was a BBQ place called “Smokin’ Joes” nearby.  They haven’t steered me wrong before, so I gladly followed behind them.

OK, so we go past the old Circle K, and the road I normally turn on and guess what?  There was stuff I hadn’t seen there before…Smokin’ Joes BBQ being one of them.  Amazing what you can find when you go down those back roads, isn’t it?

This place looked promising right off the bat.  From the hand drawn sign, to the fact the whole thing was run out of a self-contained trailer with adjacent covered picnic tables, to the smell of quality BBQ that was hitting me square in the nose, this was promising.

Smokin Joe's BBQ, Lithia, Florida

Evidently the smell that had put my salivary glands on overdrive was pouring forth out of a very large smoker aptly named “Big Stinky”.   I didn’t know just how much I was going to love that big smoker until after I ate my lunch.

Big Stinky

I walked up the trailer and the first thing I noticed was just how clean everything was.  Yes, this is outside dining…the Florida version of street food, but very carefully maintained and cared for (and I’ve seen the places that aren’t).

I looked down the hand written menu on the sandwich board and was having difficulty picking out what I wanted.  Boneless Country Ribs?  Spare Ribs? Chicken? Pulled Pork?  Sausage?  Damn, this was going to be tough.

I settled on the pork plate and got one step closer to the window to order.  Things got more difficult when the Deputy in front of me ordered the Boneless Country Rib Sandwich, which was basically a huge pile of smoked boneless rib meat on top of a couple pieces of bread.  Oh man.

I walked up to the window and saw a hand written sheet of paper with “Starr Special, with Sweet Tea $6.99″  What’s the Starr Special?  It’s chopped BBQ pork on top of a pile of rocket hot crispy french fries.  Oh yeah, that’s for me.  I got my food and chose the sweet BBQ sauce from the selection by the window and poured it over my pork and fries.

So we all sat down with our styrofoam containers full of smokey goodness and had a fantastic lunch together.  The picnic area is covered and has fans on all four corners, keeping the area as cool as can be expected.  Big Stinky is about 20 feet away, silently puffing away, filling the air and scenting our clothes with the unmistakable aroma of smoldering hardwood.

The food was spectacular.  I looked at everyone’s plates and each one looked amazing.  My Starr Special was just incredible, each fork of mixed pork / sauce / french fries pure heaven.  The pork by itself was perfectly cooked.  Moist and flavorful, with a perfect crisp smoked edge on the outer pieces.  The sauce was very good, balanced effortlessly between sweet and spicy, and providing the connection between the pork and fries.  The fries were very hot, and crisp enough not to give up their crunch under the sauce and meat.  It was a great flavor / texture combo.

Smokin' Joe's Starr Special

So if you’re up for a bit of a road trip from Tampa, head down to Lithia on Hwy 39 and check out Smokin’ Joe’s.  I know I’ll be back the next time I go to the range.  Oh, and thanks again to the HCSO CNT, who introduced me to this great place!

Wow. I feel like I’ve got a strange attachment to NASA Shuttle Mission STS-128. I’ve seen it on the launch pad during the scrubbed launch on August 25th [link to post]. I saw the launch from my house in Tampa on August 29th [link to post]. And tonight I saw Discovery, docked with the International Space Station, fly over our house just after dark.

Space Shuttle Discovery, STS 128 Docked with ISS by Damgaard Photography

We almost missed the flyover thanks to fast moving clouds.  It was 70 degrees up from the horizon, traveling Southwest to Northeast.  We got a short glimpse of it as it streaked by a hole in the clouds.  I can’t believe I got it…made a quick adjustment to my tripod and got the shot.  It was really pure luck, but I’ll take it.

I’d like to run over and catch it land when it comes back to Kennedy, that would bring the whole thing  full circle.  We’ll see!

These will NOT cure your computer.

So I got a virus, and it serves me right. I had let my virus protection lapse in my “It’ll never happen to me” mindset.

In all the time I’ve had a computer and internet access nothing has ever happened…not even a blip on the radar. So in my infinite wisdom I figured I really didn’t need it. I guess I was wrong.

My internet browser was hijacked. I could put “Kittens” into Google and I’d get a million “Kitten” links…the problem is they all went to other websites. This is not a problem if you’re looking for “Kittens” on SHOPZILLA.com, but unfortunately I just wasn’t in the market.

It wasn’t long before the whole thing started acting funky. Pop ups started advising me my machine was going to burst into flames at any moment unless I bought “Windows Police Pro”. It was incredibly hard to tell what was an actual Windows alert and a fake one. Every one that I closed down brought up two more. This was bad. Very bad.

So I did what every dude would do…blindly started poking around trying to “fix” the issue. I quickly renewed my virus protection. Guess what? Viruses that have already taken up residence on your hard drive don’t like getting the eviction notice. Pretty soon it was completely down. Crap.

Fast forward 48 hours without a computer. Here I am, frazzled, less hair, dark circles under my eyes…but with a functioning system again. It was simple, really. Here’s how it went:

I paid $95 for a house call from an “I.T. Professional” who would be able to diagnose and fix my problem in no time. He left with the system “working” after an hour and a half, took my money and the computer promptly crashed again within one hour. (mental note…get money back).

Another $69 to upgrade my virus protection suite, including telephone support (yay!)

Spent 9 HOURS (no, I’m not kidding) on the phone with software provider installing, reinstalling, uninstalling (”are you sure, sir, that you have checked the box which says REFRESH?” “Yes, yes I am” I say as patiently as possible) checking, rechecking…

Tried very hard not to cry when the [expletive deleted] Tech [expletive deleted] Support person told me they have exhausted their abilities. I would have to pay for a “Virus Removal” session for $89.00 with a [expletive deleted] Senior Tech Support Representative. That’s $253 if you’re keeping count.

Could this really be happening?

I begrudgingly paid the $89 and got my session started, surrendering my mouse and keyboard to their remote host. For a full hour I watched this guy race lightning fast through my machine…uploading and wielding programs with names like “The Avenger” (a blazing sword under the logo). Not exactly my thoughts of Saturday night entertainment.

Then it was over. He turned the controls over to my hands, nearly crippled from internet withdrawls. The fix was quick and sweet. My baby was back again, purring like a kitten.

There are many morals to this story, and I believe they’re all self explanatory. I can tell you this was a perfect wake up call though, no serious damage to anything but my psyche. I’ll keep up my protection from now on, and I highly recommend everyone else do the same. Viruses stink…bad.

Doing another photo shoot for the Art Institute of Tampa Culinary Team tomorrow…I have my machine back just in time.

Lightning streaks across the Florida night sky

More storms tonight, perfect positioning for me and my camera, my son Tucker joined me in my shoot too and my wife Kim watched from our screened porch.  He was very excited to see each image displayed in between shots.  It was funny, he wanted me to move my camera every time a flash came from another part of the sky.

Florida Fireworks

Shots like this aren’t magic, although some photographers would like you to believe they are.

If you have a good vantage point and a camera with manual controls you can do this fairly easily.  Truthfully it has more to do with luck than anything else as long as you have the gear you need.

If you’re interested you can view my earlier post about shooting lightning.

It’s been a productive summer for lightning shots.  I’ve spent more time than usual getting eaten alive by Florida mosquitoes.  For the record, the itching is all worth it!

Beautiful night for a launch, perfect atmospheric conditions! This shot was taken from Tampa.  (Check out these spectacular lightning shots at the launch pad when it was scrubbed earlier this week click here )

Discovery, STS 128 Launch