... and I have taken a couple of days to adjust back to a more normal routine, let the event sink in, and to process the remaining shots I took whilst there.
Firstly, thanks to Wibmbledon Blogger, without whom this blog wouldn't happen at all. Nor would it be anywhere as interesting or informative. Erudition, wit, know your collective place at the point of his nib! Or should that be fingers, as I doubt he wrote his posts longhand...
This year at Wimbledon has been as enjoyable as any other. Hard work, for sure, but good to do nevertheless. Due to the generosity and skills of my good friend e0e I have been able to take advantage of some borrowed time and get out to photograph the goings on. So, a heartfelt thanks to him too, as without the personal photo aspect this event might well lose a little of its lustre to me.
Andy, with whom I have worked for the whole time I have been at IBM, deserves more than just a mention. He has been a good friend and mentor, and always manages to get the best out of me regardless of the situation. His knowledge and abilities are fundamental to the continued success of the project, imho. And my career.
Hmm, where's Kanye West when you need him?! Sufficed to say, the team that I work with here are exceptional, and that is one of the critical factors in making the twenty one long days at the Championships good ones. Sometimes I feel extremely lucky to do the job I do.
And thank you to you, whomever you are, for reading :)
A few photos to post. Some from the doubles match between Kournikova/Hingis and Austin/Rinaldi-Stunkel, played out in the fading light of Saturday evening on Court 18. Much has been made of the return of Kournikova and Hingis, though personally I didn't get the fuss. Years ago, and if I could find the file I would post it, I took a shot of Kournikova on Court 18, whilst perilously balanced on a wall and clinging to the ply screen with one arm whilst a security guard tugged at one of my feet imploring me in hushed tones to get down. Kournikova stared into the lens, I hit the shutter release, and within an hour (things were a little slower back then), the photo was on the official website, the first image taken with a digital camera to be used so.
This time round my vantage point was secure, and I could stay there unchallenged. Kournikova played with the strength and skill of a blade of grass. Hingis was more convincing, striking the ball with an enthusiasm and power her partner so obviously lacked. The photos I took are ordinary... though I will note that the last shot in the set has a strange secondary light source. I can only think it is from a TV light, or at a stretch reflected light from a window underneath my spot on the roof. Anyway, the light could only have been on very briefly, so, strange that I caught one shot (in a burst of three)...
The remaining photos I shot on the last morning of the event. The water feature finally gave up its bright logo in the early sunlight. I toured the southside courts with Andy, grabbing a couple of seat shots on Court 2, the columns of the new Court 3, sundries... and then it was back to work. The final push, in every sense...
I have learnt a lot again. There are things I can improve on as regards the photos; better observation of horizontals, faster anticipation, settings settings settings, processing of the images... the list goes on. Still, I hope you have enjoyed the imagery, nay, this blog!
And now I am home. Sitting here wondering if it all happened. The courts are silent again. The memories of the tournament are already smudging into an amorphous purple and soft-focused blob, juggernaut Wimbledon disappearing into the distance, and though I have not grown any fonder of the actual game of tennis, I can already feel the rhythmic rally of longing for next year's event.
I hope I am there...
Firstly, thanks to Wibmbledon Blogger, without whom this blog wouldn't happen at all. Nor would it be anywhere as interesting or informative. Erudition, wit, know your collective place at the point of his nib! Or should that be fingers, as I doubt he wrote his posts longhand...
This year at Wimbledon has been as enjoyable as any other. Hard work, for sure, but good to do nevertheless. Due to the generosity and skills of my good friend e0e I have been able to take advantage of some borrowed time and get out to photograph the goings on. So, a heartfelt thanks to him too, as without the personal photo aspect this event might well lose a little of its lustre to me.
Andy, with whom I have worked for the whole time I have been at IBM, deserves more than just a mention. He has been a good friend and mentor, and always manages to get the best out of me regardless of the situation. His knowledge and abilities are fundamental to the continued success of the project, imho. And my career.
Hmm, where's Kanye West when you need him?! Sufficed to say, the team that I work with here are exceptional, and that is one of the critical factors in making the twenty one long days at the Championships good ones. Sometimes I feel extremely lucky to do the job I do.
And thank you to you, whomever you are, for reading :)
A few photos to post. Some from the doubles match between Kournikova/Hingis and Austin/Rinaldi-Stunkel, played out in the fading light of Saturday evening on Court 18. Much has been made of the return of Kournikova and Hingis, though personally I didn't get the fuss. Years ago, and if I could find the file I would post it, I took a shot of Kournikova on Court 18, whilst perilously balanced on a wall and clinging to the ply screen with one arm whilst a security guard tugged at one of my feet imploring me in hushed tones to get down. Kournikova stared into the lens, I hit the shutter release, and within an hour (things were a little slower back then), the photo was on the official website, the first image taken with a digital camera to be used so.
This time round my vantage point was secure, and I could stay there unchallenged. Kournikova played with the strength and skill of a blade of grass. Hingis was more convincing, striking the ball with an enthusiasm and power her partner so obviously lacked. The photos I took are ordinary... though I will note that the last shot in the set has a strange secondary light source. I can only think it is from a TV light, or at a stretch reflected light from a window underneath my spot on the roof. Anyway, the light could only have been on very briefly, so, strange that I caught one shot (in a burst of three)...
The remaining photos I shot on the last morning of the event. The water feature finally gave up its bright logo in the early sunlight. I toured the southside courts with Andy, grabbing a couple of seat shots on Court 2, the columns of the new Court 3, sundries... and then it was back to work. The final push, in every sense...
I have learnt a lot again. There are things I can improve on as regards the photos; better observation of horizontals, faster anticipation, settings settings settings, processing of the images... the list goes on. Still, I hope you have enjoyed the imagery, nay, this blog!
And now I am home. Sitting here wondering if it all happened. The courts are silent again. The memories of the tournament are already smudging into an amorphous purple and soft-focused blob, juggernaut Wimbledon disappearing into the distance, and though I have not grown any fonder of the actual game of tennis, I can already feel the rhythmic rally of longing for next year's event.
I hope I am there...
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