Category Archives: Driving

Motion Blur

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I am taking a photography class, trying to learn how to use the manual settings on my camera. Let me just say that in doing so, I am taking A LOT of bad photographs. I took my camera to a quilt show this weekend and even though the quilts were stationary — just hanging there — I came away with many blurry or badly exposed photographs. I mean, how hard can it be?

Our homework assignment was to create motion blur using shutting speed; this is what I turned in. I wanted the yellow Auto Works sign to be in focus and a vehicle blurred. Although it was a very cloudy day, I think it is a bit overexposed.

A blurred red vehicle driving by a yellow Auto Works sign and the sign is in focus.

They went that-a-way

I ate lunch at a sandwich shop and after finishing my meal, I sat at an outside table for a while taking my motion blur photos. A couple of employees came out on their break and teased me about doing undercover work. I assured them that I was harmless and explained that when I wanted an in-focus subject, it was blurry and when I wanted something blurry, it was in-focus. No one would hire me for surveillance work, that’s for sure.

Photograph properties:
f/36
1/10 sec exposure time
ISO-200
5 Max aperture
Spot Metering mode
55mm Focal length

Fiction Friday: It’s A Sign

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Friday Fictioneers Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
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Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Roget Bultot

Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Roget Bultot

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The truck was parked in the same place, day after day. No one’s using it. It’s a sign I should take it, Jean-Michel thought.

Late Friday afternoon, he returned to the parking lot. In minutes, he broke in, hooked up a portable battery charger and hotwired the truck. Maybe there’s something valuable in the back, he thought, ever hopeful.

As Jean-Michel drove around a sharp curve, the truck’s cargo door swung open. In the police cruiser just behind, two officers saw something fall out: human, bloody, and wrapped in industrial cellophane. It’s a sign, they said, turning on the siren.

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