Alex’s E39

These shots were the hardest to get shots I have taken. The evening started out well enough, my friends and I met up at the usual parking lot, chilled for a while and eventually decided on where we’d shoot for the night. It was decided to try out one of the local parking lots that had a perfect white concrete wall to take pictures in front of.

Unfortunately, a red LED sign was casting a red light across the majority of the wall and would not be useful for our shots. We then moved on to a loading dock for a local business. However, they had a lot of their product (drywall, construction materials, etc.) in the their area and we thought it would look too suspicious being in that area. Too bad, the location was excellent otherwise.

Dave, owner of the slammed Toyota and our guide that night, suggested his friend’s machine shop, a simple industrial area with several roll up bays. We pulled in and assesed the area as suitable for our shots. Unfortunately, just as we were reaching this conclusion, Dave had a call from his wife, asking him to come home. He departed, leaving the three of us (Josh, Alex, and myself) at the shop. We continued to set up, but were confronted by a tenant in the shop. Immediately, he questioned who we were and what we were doing. As I replied with a greeting, he mentioned he was armed and already called the police. As I replied “Yes, sir, understood”, my friend Josh replied “Congratulations” to the armed man in response to his announcement of his armed state. This did not sit well with the armed man. Over the course of the ensuing conversation, the armed man explained that if Josh had answered like I and Alex had, he would’ve heard us out, but was in no mood after Josh’s response. We packed up and headed out again. Josh later admitted that he has been rather short with people as of late, but it does show that a little humility will go a long way in most situations.

Appreciating that we came away unscathed, we headed down to Cocoa Village. It was too early to shoot in front of the Playhouse, too many cars were still out and were occupying parking spots close to our desired area. We decided to try out the parking lot at the boat ramp. Immediately after we parked, an officer came up to us to inquire what we were doing. Alex and I respectfully told the officer we were just taking pictures of our cars. The officer replied that the park is closed after dusk except for fishing, but allowed us to stay, as long as we were quick. With that information, we set up Alex’s car and started shooting it in front of the ramp. We didn’t get many shots of it, but wanted to try out the remote flash, different apertures and exposures, and positioning of our light sources.

Alex’s E39 with flashes, remote flash on the front of the car and one on camera, F2.8, about 1/2 sec exposure:

No flashes, F2.8, about 1 1/2 sec exposure:

No flashes, F2.8, about 3 sec exposure:

No flashes, F16, 1 min 30 sec exposure:

Overall, I am happy with the images I did capture. I did learn a few things over the course of the night, mostly that a little humility goes a long way. The photography lessons were:

-Use less busy backgrounds. The images are too cluttered because the multiple light sources are too close and there is a lot going on.
-The flashes are useful, they helped to dim the lights behind the car, yet keep the car exposed well. Definitely need to play with them more.
-There are more apertures than 2.8. The F16 image is actually pretty cool, and I need to use different apertures more often.


About spngr311

Photography. Cars. Surfing. My life.
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