September 24, 2016
While we are patiently waiting for the foliage to turn, let us take a gander at the idea of coloring the environment, artificially.
All these pictures were created by my Dad (Scotty) on his recent trip up north. He wasn’t planning to do much with his camera while he was here- but regardless, he never leaves it behind. It was a good thing too- because while walking the dogs one night, we came across the Kingsland Park fountain and he instantly had an idea that would result in the above photograph.
And we decided not to stop there! We stopped by two more sets of waterfalls to see how they would turn out, as well. The above set of falls is adjacent to the Glen Ridge train station and is a set of falls that, at most, gets the casual glance by thousands of commuters on a daily basis. Here they are on display in their best colored veil.
This is a small section of the Great Falls National Historic Park in Paterson, New Jersey. These falls were the engine that powered the initial industrial revolution in the young United States. Here is a more representative picture I took couple years ago when they were mostly iced over:
But we need the weather to be a bit cooler for this to happen again. : )
I noticed when we first arrived at the falls that the picnic tables were made of prison-strength concrete. Now… Paterson, New Jersey is not a neighborhood for “the faint of heart,” but geez!
Little did I know that ages ago when some park planner opted for concrete, that seemingly simple decision would allow Dad to get an unobstructed shot of the waterfalls with the tripod.
And that concrete table decision had to be made years or decades ago, you see, because a mere two years ago I opted for the tripod you see displayed in the photograph. I chose it because it is very light and folds very compactly- great for travel. One caveat though- it only opens to five and a half feet tall. There is a six foot chain link fence in front of the falls.
So how do you like that? Two seemingly unrelated decisions spanned over the course of years or decades that, when applied together, allow my Dad to take a picture that could not have happened singularly.
Isn’t that interesting? Is it possible that it is luck? Was it part of a master plan? Who knows. But we got the pictures done.
The way the tri-color pictures happen is by using a specific set of colored filters over the lens of the camera, and then by taking a three-shot multiple exposure. The sum of the filters over the parts of the frame that did not move result in a color-correct image. The parts that have moved between the frames result in whatever hue, or sum of two hues, that existed with that particular snap of the shutter.