dancer in the desert
A family trip to Death Valley, California of course had me thinking of photography. But what can I possibly do differently than the other 10,000 photographers who go there every year? I asked myself, what would Joe McNally do? Of course, he would brings models, athletes, and even an elephant. He would set up entire christmas trees of Nikon flashes and would over power the crap out of the sun. His photos would be...totally cool. So how can I compete? Answer: just before leaving home I asked, no, told, my daughter to bring her outfit from last year's dance recital. Voila, I have myself a model. I'm going to compete with Joe.
On the one night while we were there the wind happened to be blowing like a banshee. I mean, it was practically a tornado. The wind was picking up sand and during gusts it was a full on sand storm. Just before sunset the wind died down enough to make a run for the sand dunes. We arrived with about ten minutes of sun left while huffing, puffing and sweating in the heat. I set up my flashes and camera in a frantic sweat intermixed with sticky sand picked up by the wind. Sand was in my camera bag, in my clothes, my hair...everywhere. I hate being so rushed. With her dance outfit on, my daughter posed for some dance and ballet moves just in time to catch what little sunset there was. If nothing else, she has a cool photo for her facebook profile picture.
strobist info: two nikon flashes on stands camera left and right triggered by the D90's CLS system.