I’m part of a team of improv friends who regularly take part in an annual New Zealand 48hr film competition. This year’s event was cancelled, but then the organisers did a big “wait, hey” and decided to run a version where everyone is confined to filming in their own houses. Starting point is a random genre (we got SciFi) and some elements that need to be included, the result has to be between 1 minute and 3 minutes long. It was, as always, silly stressful mostly fun. After some distributed filming, shonkily edited together with some bad sci-fi effects, we ended up with a 2 1/2 minutes of weird fly-point of view story. The “flycam” view totally justifies the shaky camera work. The actual film can’t be shared anywhere until after the judging in a couple of weeks (there are over 2,000 entries to be officially watched!), but here’s the poster, reusing an old macro photo of mine.
There are at least 240,000 species of flies, the internets tell me, albeit less than half have been properly described. Some varieties are vilified as demonic disease bearing despoilers of all that is clean and good. This one is, as far as I know, an innocent fly, resting its stylishly grey on grey self on a matching bit of garden furniture. But it could be a villain. If I but had the will I might explore this site to it’s bitter buzzy depths.
Technically, f5.6 1/250 sec, ISO 320, focal length 50mm + a 16mm extension tube, whatever that adds up to. Vintage manual lens Super-Takumar on Sony A6000.
Some summer afternoons you idle away in pleasantly pottering in the garden doing minor tasks and routine chores: washing dogs, planting out seedlings, chasing butterflies with a camera, and when that fails, playing paparazzi with flies.
I say “you”, but
maybe probably, it’s just me.
Tomorrow, I’ll try for the beach. But today . . .
Keeping with yesterday’s theme of looking them in their tiny little faces.