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Last October or so, A friend of mine invited me out to play some dodgeball. Really? I haven't played dodgeball since highschool. In fact, I don't even remember playing in highschool. And if I did, I probably got picked last.
But its different when its a bunch of twenty- and thirty-somethings instead of zero-somethings. The intensity gets taken up a bit. More than a bit, really. And I can throw a lot harder now. Unfortunately, I also hurt more, and longer. Like for a week, just in time to go to dodgeball again.
Anyway, I wanted to take some shots for our facebook page. But like a lot of school gyms, the lighting ain't great, so I brought some lights along for a bit of extra pop. Radio slaves would have been nice, but I've got a mortgage to pay, so I was limited to a long-ass pc cord to fire one flash and an optical slave to fire the other one. No problem, since the flashes were almost pointing at each other.
Going in, I knew roughly where I wanted the lights to be, but I also knew that I wasn't going to bring light stands-they would be too easy to hit accidentally. I wasn't sure where the lights were going, but I knew I'd figure something out. There are always options, and I consider ingenuity to be a personal strong suit. Game plan: bring clamps and figure it out.
Result? Manfrotto justin clamps on the crash pads that are stored on wall velcro. YES! (it's not a great shot-I forgot to take a specific photo of the setup, so this was pulled from the background of an outtake)
And here is the worst lighting diagram in the world, drawn in too-fat marker after midnight on a tuesday.
Too much talky. You can find the whole set on flikr.
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