infrared photography - it's starting to make more senseπΈ
The IR filterβthe damned thingβdevours light like a greedy, insatiable beast, leaving you with a flickering shadow of what you wanted to capture. So, youβre forced into the dark pit of high ISO, screaming for mercy, and wide apertureβall in the name of holding steady with your trembling hands. Yet, even then, the blur creeps in, like a spectral fog that refuses to leave your photos alone.
But I, like some mad lunatic, refuse to succumb to the dreaded tripod. No, that mechanical monstrosity shall not shackle me. I am very obstinate.
Still, in the tangled mess of technical frustration, Iβm feeling a sliver of satisfaction. The outcome isnβt perfect, but itβs close enough to ignite that spark of obsession. Now, if I could just lay my hands on that old camera I've been hunting for like an ancient relic lost to the abyss... who knows? Maybe one day, I'll wrestle it from the dark and unleash a new creative chaos.