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Thursday, 18 January 2018

Ten Top Tips for Photographing Wildlife (and other random stuff...)

There is a bucket-load of advice out there on how to take good animal photos. Much of the advice is excellent, but it can be very confusing. And not just because it is in a bucket.
I’m going to try and keep it simple and not confuse you. 
Wish me luck...

Anyone can take photos, but for them to look good you need to know a few tricks. I use some of these tricks on nearly all of my photos. If I can do it, anyone can. Well, nearly anyone.  
Take a look here (my website, which also supports the African Wildlife Foundation). If you like what you see, read on. If you don’t like what you see, then imagine a raspberry blown in your direction. (I bet that doesn’t translate well...)

Here are my top ten tips to try to help improve your wildlife photography. I explain them in more detail below.
  1. Know your camera! Practice using it well before going away. If no animals are available, take photos of random household objects instead...
  2. Do not borrow or buy a new camera just before you go away, but if and when you do, do not buy a DSLR! Bloody hell, sacrilege already! I now use a compact camera!!! What???!!! I will explain below...
  3. Where can you shoot wildlife? (er, with a camera ok?). Short answer; Serengeti/Masai Mara. Or the zoo. Or your back garden. Or somebody else’s back garden. 
  4. Shoot in the raw. Ah! That made you look up! Here are a couple of acronyms that I explain below in basic detail. Shoot in jpg if you must, but always shoot in RAW
  5. Get your camera ready to take that shot NOW! If your camera can memorise settings, set them up now. 
  6. There’s more to wildlife photography than animals. Include the animal’s environment in the photo if you can. If you can’t, cheat.
  7. Focus. Press the shutter button! And then keep it pressed...
  8. Backup your photos. Make copies of all your photos IMMEDIATELY. Well, maybe later that day...
  9. To get images that look sharp, you must edit them. Increase sharpness of course, but bung up the contrast and wow! you have an image with impact. Then bung up the clarity. Phew! 
  10. Use Photoshop. Ok don’t panic, but start learning photoshop now. It’ll be worth it in a few years...
Well, that was easy and painless wasn’t it? (Apart from tip number 10 that is.) But I had better expand on these points a little, and if possible inject a bit of humour to try to stop you all dozing off.
Oops, too late.

1. Know your camera!
This may seem obvious, but many people borrow or buy a new camera just before going on safari. It takes a good couple of months of daily use to gain enough confidence with your camera. Assuming that you don’t live in a wildlife park, then take a picture of something more mundane every day. Anything. Someone mentioned random household objects...

Seriously. Practice your photography on anything. Make sure you include both bright and dark objects. 

2. Equipment 
Let’s get this baby out of the way. Most of the pro-photographers out there are going to violently disagree with me here, which is why I haven’t included my home address. I’m not a fan of violence. If you want to look like a real pro (in the photography sense of the word), get a huge DSLR (digital single lens reflex, otherwise known as a posh camera) with a handgrip battery and a really long lens. Oh yes, and it has to be a really long white lens. 
Looks good huh? 
Unfortunately, you can hand-hold these for about 5 seconds before your arm drops off. 
After many years of using DSLRs (and by ‘many’ I mean a lot), I’ve now changed to using a compact camera. Why? Because I’m a seven stone weekling. Or... actually because, in the last couple of years, we have seen a revolution in sensor design. Sony have now cracked the problems with small sensors on their high end compact RX10 (marks 3&4). Other makes are available...
A sensor is that thingy inside the camera that acts like the retina in your eye. The retina is that stuff inside your eyes that, er, acts like the sensor in your camera...
Anyway, enough of this rambling, here are the reasons that I’ve changed:
  • Weight and space. I used to carry a minimum of three lenses. Once you add in a 600mm then your baggage allowance is full! No underwear!
  • Changing lenses is a pain. You will miss shots. The Sony goes from very wide angle (24mm) to very long telephoto (600mm).
  • With DSLRs you will get dust on your sensor, I used to have to photoshop out dust all the time. Cleaning sensors is very tricky!
  • Resolution used to be a problem with smaller sensors. Sony have cracked it. 
  • Speed. Taking 9 shots a second means a much higher chance of getting a sharp photo etc. Plus the speed of focus on the Sony is amazing.
  • carry my Sony pretty much wherever I go. I’ve adapted a small bag that doesn’t look much like a camera bag. Easy! It also isn’t so much of a target for thieves. Sadly, the down side is the lack of machismo.
  • Cost. It’s an expensive camera, but MUCH cheaper than buying a high-end DSLR and some decent lenses.
  • Distortion. There is almost no distortion or aberration with the Sony. 
  • Exposure adjustment is on an easy to use dial by your thumb.
  • Aperture (depth of focus, like the pupil in your eye...) is on a dial on the lens. Just like old cameras! Easy to check as you lift the camera up to your eye. 
  • No tripod necessary! Good stabilisation at 600mm and not a heavy camera. Tripods are a pain.

3. Where to shoot Wildlife
Although money and personal preference are key here, if you get the chance to go to the Serengeti, do so. There is wildlife wherever you look. Even under your bed.
A couple of tips:
  • Most camps like to take you out for morning and evening drives, leaving you to have free time all afternoon. Whoopee. Try to find guides that will take you out for the whole day. It is tiring, but you will see so much more.
  • Many camps are luxurious. But you will pay for it. If you are out all day you will only be using the camp for eating and sleeping, so why would you need a swimming pool?
  • Check under your bed.
Click here for some of my experiences of camps in Botswana.


4. Photo Format.
Somewhere hidden in the depths of the menu of your camera will be a setting that will define the quality of your photo. Almost every photo you will see is in a format called jpeg. It’s just a name, so don’t panic. If there is an option to use a format called RAW, please use it. This format basically stores lots more information. 
Let me explain.
When you look at a scene with your eyes (um, I mean as opposed to a camera, not as opposed to another part of your anatomy) you only see detail right in the middle of your field of view. All the rest is guessed! It’ll normally be a good guess because your eye flicks around taking in all the detail. That centre point adapts automatically to the light available. If you look at a shadowy bit, you see the detail. If you look at a bright bit, you see the detail. Cameras have problems here. They cannot get the full detail in all parts of the scene. Worse still, your camera may initially see lots of detail, but as your camera produces the final image, most of that detail is thrown away! 
That final image, with all the juicy bits disposed of, is the jpeg image. The original image with all the hidden stuff is the RAW image. Try to keep that RAW image if you possibly can! Then, when you come to editing it later, you can get your paws on all that detail. If not, black areas will be permanently black, and worse, white areas will be permanently washed out. No fluffy clouds, just white.
RAW images before editing look rubbish. That’s why most people stick to jpegs. But instead of some nameless guy in a lab in Japan deciding what processing your photo should have, take control yourself! 
Many cameras will let you take both jpeg and RAW at the same time, so if in doubt, do that. When, in the fullness of time, you get better at editing photos, you will want to go back to those that you took years ago and edit then with your new found prowess. Then you will thank me...

5. Basic Camera Setup.
You need to know your camera, and this takes time and practice. You will need to switch between close-ups (all shots from a week in Botswana):
Wide angle:
800Sunsets:
Action shots:
Telephoto shots:

And macro shots:

To be ready for each shot you need to set your camera up beforehand. This can be sped up using the menu settings. Each camera is different here. My Sony has a hopeless menu system, which took me ages to get used to. Not the sort of thing you would want to be doing whilst on safari. 
If your camera has memory settings, use them! I use three basic set ups for safari:
  • Aperture priority for most photos, with aperture set to wide open for depth of focus and speed. 
  • Speed priority (set to default at 200th of a second, but will change it using a dial by my thumb) for moving targets as light gets poorer. 
  • And a memory setting for exposure bracketing (three photos taken very rapidly with different exposures). This setting is most useful for HDR photography (not much use for wildlife) but I also use it for sunsets to get the best exposure. This is too complex to get into detail here, there is plenty of detail out there on the internet, but here’s a non-safari example of what you can do:
The other thing you will have to do with a DSLR is, of course, change the lens. Good luck with that on a bumpy game drive. Stop! There’s a pangolin! Anchors dropped, skids to a halt, takes off lens, replaces with other lens whilst dust settles. Everywhere. Adjusts camera settings. Takes photo...
... of bare grass.

6. Framing.
When you frame an animal in the viewfinder of your camera, just bear in mind what the final photo will look like. Make the shot wide enough so that you can crop down to the best frame. If an animal is looking or moving left, include more of the view to the left:

7. Focusing.
Modern cameras are pretty damned good at focusing all by themselves. But they ain’t perfect. To get around this, keep you camera set up to take multiple shots. Keep your finger pressed down. My camera takes nearly 10 shots a second. I’ll probably be happy with one photo in every twenty of them. Make sure you have a big memory card and just keep snapping! I average over 7,000 shots in a week’s safari. I’ll keep maybe 300. I dont throw away the rest, in case I want to go back to them at some future date when I’ve learnt a new editing technique. 
Here’s an example of a shot I took of a gorilla running towards me. Panic shot! Out of focus! Editing techniques saved this memorable moment a couple of years later:
8. Backing Up your Photos.
When away from home, you need to find some way of saving your photos somewhere other than the camera. Theft, damage or loss is distressing enough, but losing all your hard earned photos, well, that would be bad. Save to an iPad, phone, laptop or external drive. At the end of each day’s shooting, I remove the memory card, back it up, then put the card in my wallet, kept separate from my camera. Some cameras have two memory card slots, so use one to back up the other. It matters not as long as they are kept separate from the camera. Figure out how to do it before going on holiday!
When you get home, save your photos to a computer and back them up. Then back them up elsewhere. Only then is it safe to format the camera’s memory cards. Remember the Rule of Three; if you do not have three copies of your photos, then (eventually) you don’t have any. Hard discs will fail, houses burn down, memory cards get eaten by the dog, iPads get dropped in the bath.

9. Editing.
For many photographers, this is where it gets scary, but it can be easy and even exciting to watch your photos transform before your eyes.
Being a keen photographer makes your holiday very much longer! The day you must leave is only the start of potentially months of editing your thousands of photos.
If you are going to be taking lots of photos, you need some way of categorising them, so that they can be found a few years later. I use Lightroom. Here are some tips:
  • Lightroom is not intuitive. You cannot simply load it onto your computer then start using it, if you do, it will scare you off. Before you attempt it, watch videos online on how to set up Lightroom, then how to import your photos, how to organise them, then how to edit them.
  • Most editing can now be done just using Lightroom. Photoshop is brilliant, but only once you have mastered Lightroom.
  • When importing images into Lightroom, set it to automatically add the date to the camera generated name. 
  • Set up folders by year, then subfolders by name of holidays etc. 
  • When editing, try the automatic edit first, then bung up contrast, sharpness, clarity and vibrancy to see how they look.
  • Next step, use plugins such as topaz software for additional effects like this:

10. Photoshop.
Ok, photoshop is difficult to learn, but I promise you that it is worth it. One big problem on safari is getting your chosen animal into your chosen environment. So often they can just be a few meters from the optimum position. One thing that you shouldn’t try is to get out of the vehicle and go and prod them to move a little. Photoshop is significantly safer.
Both those hippos were snapped elsewhere.
Alternatively, you may want a photo of your chosen lovers together:
Cutting and pasting, using the selection tools, layers and masking takes ages to learn, but it can be much less painful than trying to gently persuade them to pose together.

So, lots to learn, but all of it makes photography more exciting, more rewarding, and your holidays longer.

Happy snapping!





Monday, 8 January 2018

The Mad Family

There may be about seven billion people on this planet, but finding new friends amongst them is often somewhat of a problem. 
Our brains dictate that we can only have up to 150 acquaintances, but these are not the same as friends. Annick reckons that she has over 260 Facebook friends, proving that she spends too much time in that alternate universe. 

Close friends are rare, but it may just be that we’ve found some new ones. 
Mad ones...

This New Year was a blast. To help it take-off, we stuffed our house to the brim with both decorations and people. 
Enter Ruth and her mad family.
Some of you know Ruth. She also lives in an alternative universe. 
Take this example; a neighbour came visiting the other morning. We were in the kitchen chatting, when in breezes Ruth. Well, I knew it was Ruth but there was a certain resemblance to something more dire. Face liberally coated with some bizarre coloured mud-pack, hair covered by a brightly coloured towel turban. Dressed in a mixture of pyjamas, drapes and other things bohemian, she stood there bemused at our shock as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I’m not sure what “Sacré Bleu! C’est un monstre hideux!” means, but that’s the last thing I heard as our neighbour ran screaming from the house. 
With Ruth around, this sort of thing becomes the norm.
She had traveled across to us before Christmas with her daughter Jazz. That’s not Jazz in the photo above, honest. The trip from door to door for us takes five or six hours. For these two adventurers it took three days! Travelling from deepest darkest Wales is never quick, but this was close to a record. Getting to Bristol airport took them the normal 24 hours by bus, stopping over at a nearby hotel. The real problems started the following day, when all flights were cancelled in and out of the airport due to a small plane sliding off the end of the runway. 
Apparently that is a bad thing.
Alternative flights were few and far between, but eventually we found one from Stansted to Carcassonne the next day. Another bus journey and hotel stopover later, they eventually took off. 
Unfortunately they landed at the wrong airport. 
I guess Ruth must have been giving directions.
On our arrival to pick them up from Carcassonne (not exactly around the corner for us) we were informed that the plane had landed in Perpignan instead! 
Several hours later the coach from Perpignan arrived in Carcassonne. We celebrated with a visit to the old city.
Many hours later we finally arrived home.
Next to join us were some other old friends (by ‘old’ I mean that we’ve known them a long time, not that they are old. Although now you come to mention it...)
Finally arrived Ruth’s family, Chris, Andy and Marion to help us celebrate Ruth’s 60th, a barbecue on the veranda on New Year’s Eve!
There was also, of course, the obligatory snooker match. Chris fought gamely, having admitted that he was the world’s second worst snooker player. Which of course begs the question...
Paul played his usual blinder. At least, I assume that he had his eyes closed.
Whilst Andy, well, he just didn’t like losing.
The crowd looked on in amazement.
As part of our bonding procedures, we spent a day in St Cirq, mostly eating, but as this is meant to be a photo blog, here are some actual, gasp, photos...



Even age has its beauty.

Well, suffice to say that a great time was had by all. 
We’ll be seeing you again guys!




Friday, 22 December 2017

2017 Christmas Newsletter

Here it is folks! In lieu of a cheap crappy Christmas card, I'm sending you this highly polished video.
No words, just pictures.
And some music to dance along to...


Phil & Annick

Monday, 11 December 2017

Epilogue - of Poops and Other Things. Botswana Trilogy, Part...5?

This is for those of you interested in having more information about the camps we went to, and even more about elephant poo:

As mentioned in Part 1 of the amazing Botswana Trilogy, our first camp, Chitabe, had the best food I’ve ever had on safari as well as extremely friendly and genuine staff. By that I mean that their friendliness was genuine, not that they were genuinely staff. Although they were...
An example: on coming back from a hard morning’s drive, we asked if there were any snacks we could nibble on. A few minutes later, they appeared with this:Food porn maybe, but wow!

These camps do what they can to appear to be, on the one hand, a group of tents, whilst having every imaginable luxury on the other. They all have flush toilets, showers, two wash hand basins, running hot and cold water... well, you get the general idea, everything you have in a normal tent... er, not. They are always over the top. One camp had a lounge area, and in our third camp they even had an inside shower and an outside shower, for if you get the urge to get buck naked in front of the wildlife. 
Which, of course, I did...
Many even have swimming pools. Albeit possibly lacking in the size department, it does make you wonder what some people go on safari for.

Here’s a tent from the second camp (Shinde). I nicked this photo off the internet because I forgot to take any photos myself. Idiot. Too busy taking photos of stupid animals when I should have been taking pictures of tents...
Looks like it is in the wild doesn’t it? But this camp site was surrounded by a high electrified wire to keep out the elephants. Not too effective against lions though. This place also had a swimming pool, cunningly situated outside the electric fence. Thankfully lions don't like water. Elephants, on the other hand...
Tents are often put on stilts. I guess this fools some people into thinking that makes the tent safe. I mean, predators dont climb trees do they?

The third camp lacked a pool, but was situated on the banks of a crocodile infested river. Swimming wasn’t heavily promoted. Go figure.
Although beautifully placed, the staff there did have a penchant for the practical but slightly weird. Taking a walk on the wild side took on a whole other meaning in this camp. Their walkways are all covered with elephants poo! Apparently this has several advantages over less ‘traditional’ materials.
Annick wasn’t convinced...
Here’s a crap (pun intended) picture of me just to remind everybody that I was there too. Please note alternative use of elephants poo as hair replacement...

Each camp treated us to a special meal. At Chitabe, it was with sundowners at sunset in the savannah. Sorry, got a bit poetic there.
At Shinde, it was a meal for two under the stars, and on the last night of our holiday (in the Lagoon Camp) we were whipped away as if honeymooners for our own romantic repas. 
We left this message....
Unfortunately, behind that curtain is nothing but fresh air. Fresh air that got even fresher during the night, blowing most of Annick's hard work to the floor, leaving just the words HANK Y   MUCK.
Hopefully they got the message.

OK, that’s enough parts to this trilogy. Now back to civilisation. 

But I do miss the elephant’s poo...










Friday, 8 December 2017

Hunting Dogs. Botswana Trilogy Part 3: Kwando Lagoon Camp

Cats are easily the most successful killers on this planet. Present company excepted.

Dogs; not so much. 

Dogs tend to be scavengers and eat socks, underwear and poops. But not Wild Dogs. Maybe that’s due to the lack of underwear in the savannah, but maybe also due to their social interaction and organisational skills. This makes them powerful hunters. 

Social interaction is something cats really aren’t good at. Just try stroking their belly. 

We were at the Kwando Lagoon Camp in northern Botswana to try to see these dogs in action. I had seen them hunt over ten years ago in Botswana, I was desperate to see them again.

That first afternoon did not give us enough time to start our hunt, so we stopped off to watch the attempts at social interaction of some of the local cats.

It usually ends in tears.

That evening, we dined with two of the staff and one other guest. There was also another couple, who were on honeymoon but had been whipped away to dine alone, or whatever it is that honeymooners get up to. 

This lone man was in the banking trade, his job was to help sort out crises. This man must be made of stern stuff I thought. 

After an hour of listening to his bigoted diatribes (not an unusual occurrence on safari) we were rescued by a distant alarm. 

The honeymooners were in trouble. 

One of the staff rushed off, leaving us to guess on what might be happening. Then, a second alarm, then a third. This was getting serious. The last member of staff rushed off leaving the three of us, Annick, myself and the intrepid banker, alone. 

The banker was getting nervous. “We need somewhere safe in case...” he cried, and left to find such a place. Now remember, we were in the middle of absolutely nowhere, with access only by plane or canoe. After a quick nervous search, he came back with the news that the upstairs library room was the least safe place, as it only had one way in or out, making it easy for us to be cornered by... whatever was out there.

We tried to calm him with tales of crocodile attacks, but nothing seemed to work.

Eventually the staff came back, to find us with a wreck of a banker muttering something about heath and safety. The emergency had been just a leaking faucet, that one of the honeymooners had tried to stop with part of his anatomy...

The next morning we set off at the usual ungodly hour. It was a hot and tired start to the day. 

With our spotter perched precariously on the front of the bonnet of our truck, we sped off in the direction the dogs were last seen three days previously. After initial excitement at seeing what turned out to be hyena prints, the hours started to stretch thinly. We passed through several stark forests, filled with dead trees. Spooky.


The heat was mounting, along with our despair. Then, after four hours of nowt but elephant crap, our spotter leapt off his hazardous seat. It was not, as suspected, an attempt at suicide. If he had smiled any wider, the top of his head would have dropped off. 

Wild Dog tracks.

The guide and his spotter searched around the open area for a clue as to which direction the dogs had gone in. We sat there in the open truck becoming hotter and sleepier and, in the banker’s case, more nervous. We were stuck there. No escape, no protection, no Health & Safety Regulations poster.
We survived.

Finally, we set off once more, this time with hopes raised.
 
Two hours later there was still no sign of the elusive dogs. “How about rattling a box of dog biscuits?” I suggested.

Things were looking grim. Grim looking things were everywhere. Our consciousness was beginning to slip, when suddenly we had some luck.

On entering a small stand of trees in search of shelter from the beating sun (we had pretty much given up on the dogs) we heard a deep rumbling “Ho Hum” coming from a large and ancient tree. 


“Well” I thought, “there’s something you don’t see every day...”

It was, of course, an Ent, a tree herder from ancient times. He spoke in a deep rumbling voice in exactly the way that trees usually don’t. “I am Bay O’Bab, sapling of Treebeard” he thus spoke, before describing in detail his long lineage.

“Jesus” we weapt.

We finally manage to ask if he had seen wild dogs recently. The gist of his answer was “Yay and verisomely thrice yay. T’was but a meagre passaging of time past.”

Meagre? 500 years or so.

We made our excuses (along the lines of “Oh great and wearisome one! We must be fleet of foot and fly sharpish for the head doctor”) and left to add some more alcohol to our addled brains.
That afternoon we relaxed safely back in camp, although our ‘crisis expert’ seemed concerned that he was being watched...

We then spent a couple of hours relaxing on the river.

That evening’s sundowner drinks treated us with yet another stunning sunset

The night drive back to camp was not without excitement. These guys really know their job. We spotted serval, genet, spring hare, honey badgers and wild cat, all in the same evening. This contrasted with the previous camps that did not use spotters, but instead drove wildly through the dark savannah waving a light around as if demented. 

And so to the last full day. Our last chance to see Wild Dogs. 

Well, that morning went in a similar vien to the previous one. Endless driving, endless heat, with added giraffes 

but with no added Wild Dogs.

Once more the unforgiving heat beat against us, and once more drowsiness started to overcome us. I began to realise that my head was maybe losing its grip on sanity on seeing this fox.

Something was clearly wrong with reality.

And then we saw a strange disturbance on a river’s bank. Fairies!

We asked them if they’d seen any wild dogs, but they were in party mode, flying hither and thither like a flock of birds. 

Once more, we asked if wild dogs were to be seen, but they just carried on partying. 
Typical fairies.

And so; failure. We headed back to camp where, as is often the case, there was more wildlife to see than on the game drive. We spent the afternoon watching elephants cross the river. As one does...

The sun went down on our hunt for dogs. Elephants would have to do instead.

Our adventure was coming to an end. We had seen all the cats that Africa has to offer, but no Wild Dogs. 

Some of the local wildlife seemed somewhat scornful.

And so to the last full stomach...

and the final sunset.

The next morning, during our trip to the airstrip ready for our 10,000 kilometre homeward flights, we stopped to say fairwell to this most magnificent King of all Beasts.


The end of another great safari. 

Shame about the wild dogs. 

I guess that means that we’ll just have to go back....



For more photos from the Lagoon Camp, click here.

For Part 1 of this amazing trilogy, click here.
For Part 2 of this amazing trilogy, click here.
For photos from the entire Botswana trip, click here (I’ll be updating this for months to come!)