First test with the 4k Blackmagic Production Camera in Brighton.nThanks to Guy Thatcher & co (hireacamera.com) for the use of the Camera, Le...
First test with the 4k Blackmagic Production Camera in Brighton.nThanks to Guy Thatcher & co (hireacamera.com) for the use of the Camera, Lenses and lovely afternoon out. I do love Sunday shooting.nnShot using the Zeiss Otus 55/1.4 & the Canon 70-200mm IS II.n‎Alphatron EVF, Tiffen Variable ND Filter.nnLightly graded with Film Convert.nnPart 2 shot comparison with the Canon 1DC coming soon.nnExtremely bright today in the midday sun, Tiffen Variable ND Filter struggled to keep lenses above f2.8. I sometimes even nearly hit focus! Would have shot for longer with some varied scenes but battery solution did not last. But it was enjoyable to shoot with. Well as long as you want to use an EVF with waveforms etc.nn4K ProRes HQ edited natively in Adobe Premiere Pro CC. Transcoded to HD, 1920x1080 ProRes HQ version available to download from Vimeo.nnnRichard Burton reads the beautiful 'Wessex Heights' by Thomas HardynnnWessex Heights, December 1896nThere are some heights in Wessex, shaped as if by a kindly hand nFor thinking, dreaming, dying on, and at crises when I stand,nSay, on Ingpen Beacon* eastward, or on Wylls-Neck* westwardly, nI seem where I was before my birth, and after death may be.nnIn the lowlands I have no comrade, not even the lone man's friend -nHer who suffereth long and is kind; accepts what he is too weak to mend: nDown there they are dubious and askance; there nobody thinks as I,nBut mind-chains do not clank where one's next neighbour is the sky.nnIn the towns I am tracked by phantoms having weird detective ways - nShadows of beings who fellowed with myself of earlier days:nThey hang about at places, and they say harsh heavy things -nMen with a wintry sneer, and women with tart disparagings.**nnDown there I seem to be false to myself, my simple self that was, nAnd is not now, and I see him watching, wondering what crass cause nCan have merged him into such a strange continuator*** as this, nWho yet has something in common with himself, my chrysalis. ****nnI cannot go to the great grey Plain; there's a figure against the moon, nNobody sees it but I, and it makes my breast beat out of tune;nI cannot go to the tall-spired town, being barred by the forms now passed nFor everybody but me, in whose long vision they stand there fast.nnThere's a ghost at Yell'ham Bottom chiding loud at the fall of the night,nThere's a ghost in Froom-side Vale, thin lipped and vague, in a shroud of white, nThere is one in the railway-train whenever I do not want it near,nI see its profile against the pane, saying what I would not hear.nnAs for one rare fair woman, I am now but a thought of hers,nI enter her mind and another thought succeeds me that she prefers; nYet my love for her in its fulness she herself even did not know; nWell, time cures hearts of tenderness, and now I can let her go.nnSo I am found on Ingpen Beacon, or on Wylls-Neck to the west,nOr else on homely Bulbarrow,* or little Pilsdon Crest,*nWhere men have never cared to haunt, nor women have walked with me, nAnd ghosts then keep their distance; and I know some liberty.nnDecember 1896 Less
