infrared photography - it's starting to make more senseđ¸
The IR filterâthe damned thingâdevours light like a greedy, insatiable beast, leaving you with a flickering shadow of what you wanted to capture. So, youâre forced into the dark pit of high ISO, screaming for mercy, and wide apertureâall 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, Iâm feeling a sliver of satisfaction. The outcome isnât perfect, but itâs 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.