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Lights, camera, action!
As I write this, the dust has already settled on the race track. In fact, workers are in the process of tearing the Marina race track apart to make way for regular traffic on Tuesday.
Last year, I watched the race live on TV in the US on a Sunday morning and wished that I was here. This year, I am here. Indeed, the sensation is completely different – watching images of cars racing on the circuit glowing in the dark beamed to my living room and being right in the middle of it, listening to the sounds from the engines reverberate through the built up Marina and City Hall areas.
This race weekend was also a photo outing for me. I decided to take most of my photographs during the practice and qualifying sessions and spend most of the time during the race watching the race itself.
I carried my modest 17-70 mm lenses to the track, where I saw many other photography enthusiasts show up with their humongous telephoto lenses. Even my tripod, the one that is compact enough for me to be willing to carry it with me when I travel, appeared wimpy in the presence of their more sturdy and taller ones.
Never mind, we work with the gear we have and learn to be creative with it. That can be said very easily, but for a moment, I was at a loss of what to do when faced with the low lighting conditions and the very fast cars. For a number of shots, I ended up shooting the fence, or the track, or anything, except the cars.
While on one end of the spectrum, we have the well-equipped photographers, there were many spectators with equipment that belonged to the other end of the spectrum. More than once, I peeked over their shoulders to steal a glance at the LCD screens on their PhD* cameras. Hey, these people actually managed to capture the cars in their shots. Well, if everybody else could why couldn’t I?
Think, think, think… I had to think – what could I do with my camera? What could I try? I think I eventually “got it”, and I managed to get a few decent shots. The race track was lit, I had my camera, and I was able to capture some of the action.
* Press here, dummy!
This year’s fireworks
Yet another July 4th, yet another fireworks spectacle at Centennial Olympic Park. Lesson learned from this year’s photo shoot is that too much exposure burns the smoke into the pictures. I played cheat this time. The fireworks pictures on my Flickr stream have been edited – for exposure and composition. Next time, I have to be more mindful of my exposure.
Visiting the Niagara Falls
The Niagara Falls, renowned attraction on the Niagara River, empties its waters into the section of the river that separates the city called Niagara Falls in Ontario and its namesake in the State of New York. The water eventually flows into Lake Ontario, but not before forming some class 6 rapids and whirlpools a couple of kilometres downstream of the falls.
During our visit, we stayed at a hostel close to the White Water Walk attraction on the Canadian side. Here, one can walk along the gorge and let his imagination run wild, thinking of what it would be like to be thrown into these rapids. Accompanying the sight of the ferocious waters are tablets at the viewing deck recounting to tourists the tragic accidents that have taken place here in the past. You cannot help but to wonder what the person clinging on to a sheet of ice had on his mind during those last hours of his life, when the ice broke off from the falls’ water frozen in the winter chill, moments before the river sent him to meet his end.
Well, we were supposed to be on a holiday. On holidays, one should not harbour such negative thoughts. We were supposed to be there to admire the splendour of the falls. We were supposed to do what tourists do, visit attractions and gawk.
Our visit was really not as bad as how it sounds so far. I still have not decided on the tone in which to write this post, for I was not in awe when I saw the falls and I was, in fact, a little disappointed. On the other hand, it was not as if I did not have any fun at all, and the sights were, as you can tell from some of my photographs, quite nice.
It was probably the touristy Canadian side that irked me. Yes, the Canadian side offered nice views to the front of the falls and that is perhaps the reason why they have so many tourist traps over there – hotels, casinos, Ripley’s Believe It or Not Museum, wax museums, haunted houses, Hard Rock Cafe and so on.

The Horseshoe Falls
There is an attraction on the Canadian side called “Journey Behind the Falls”. I was at first looking forward to that, thinking that it was some soft of cave behind the falls where you can enter, like what I used to read in Tintin comic books. There, visitors did get to see the Horseshoe Falls from close. It was quite strange to see so much water that kept flowing and flowing and flowing on and on and on. More than once, I had the urge to look for a faucet to turn the water off. Of course, that was not possible and it made me feel kind of helpless in front of this voluminous downpour.
Up close, by the side of the Horseshoe Falls
It turned out that the “Journey Behind the Falls” did really bring us literally behind the falls, but through a man-made tunnel. Decades ago, people already had the idea that it would be cool for tourists to be able to view the falls from behind. So they went ahead to dig a tunnel in the cliff and created two portals opening into the back of the falls so that people can literally stand behind the falls and watch.
The “Maid of the Midst” was a more interesting attraction. It was a boat ride that took tourists to the bottom of the Horseshoe Falls. With the amount of water the falls dump into the river all the time, a big cloud of mist is created at the bottom of the falls. When one gets close enough to the falls, one naturally gets wet. All the attractions at the falls give out ponchos to tourists to keep them dry so that they can admire the falls from close without having to worry about getting drenched.
Watching from “Maid of the Mist”
For some, including me, keeping their cameras dry while trying to snap a few good shots was another challenge. My strategy was to hide both my head and my camera under the poncho. To take a picture, I wrapped the blue poncho round my camera’s body, exposing only the lenses through one of the poncho’s holes for the arms. With my head and body still under the poncho, and also my camera, I would peer through the view finder in search of a perfect composition of the clear and bright view outside. It was like operating a periscope in a submarine. I did not want to wet the periscope.
Drops of water on my poncho
It was on this boat ride that something going on at the American bank caught our eyes. The American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls are the falls on the American side that, together with the Horseshoe Falls, make up the Niagara Falls. Earlier on, we had seen people clad in yellow ponchos walking along a boardwalk near the American Falls. Upon a closer look, we saw that they were walking right by the edge of the falls. This was the “Cave of the Winds” attraction. It would be what we were going to do the following day when we visited the American side.
The American Falls on the left and the smaller Bridal Veil Falls on the right. Tourists in yellow ponchos were walking along the boardwalk by the Bridal Veil Falls to experience its power.
No pictures taken while I was on the boardwalk because there was no way to keep my camera from getting wet. The experience was like walking through a very heavy storm. There was a point where the boardwalk led to a platform right under the Bridal Veil Falls. I stood there to feel the falls tumbling down behind me, hitting me on my back with all its force. I could not even stand straight. I was carrying my haversack, which was absorbing some of the waters’ shock. Yet, I could feel the magnitude of the impact and I wondered if I could have suffered internal injuries had I not have my haversack with me. This reminded me of a kung-fu comic book where the hero would meditate at the bottom of a waterfall and this routine was part of his training regimen. That could not have been this type of falls, could it? Perhaps it takes a top pugilist with deep internal strengths to withstand forces of this magnitude, not a marathoner like me.
From the top of the Bridal Veil Falls. You can see the tourists making their ascent along the boardwalk.
That was the main activity we did on the American side, an easy walk from Canada across the Rainbow Bridge. I found the US side more pleasant. It was a state park belonging to the State of New York and had more grass and trees. There were hotels and a casino too, but they were further away, outside the state park.
View of the falls, with the Canadian skyline as backdrop
If you are planning on visiting, here are a few tips:
- Plan on visiting both the Canadian and American sides
- Think of a strategy on how you can take pictures and keep your camera dry at the same time
- Rehearse that before visiting
- I have not tried this, but if you are thinking of shooting the summer fireworks, consider shooting from Rainbow Bridge. The falls would appear closer together on your frame and I guess the fireworks would fit into the frame as well. This gives you both falls and the fireworks. This is what I will try if I get a chance to go again.
The Rainbow Bridge, which links Ontario and the State of New York
From the top of the American Falls
More fireworks
This time round, well-equipped, unlike the last time. My very solid Slik tripod with me, we joined many others sitting on the lawn in Atlanta’s Centennial Olympic Park, waiting to watch this July 4th’s fireworks.
People spending the afternoon in the park, waiting to watch the fireworks. Note the “holes” on the glass wall of the tall building on the left. That is the Westin. The “holes” are actually windows that were blown off when a tornado struck Atlanta earlier on this year.
First time in NYC – Frizzy fireworks
So, as I was saying in my last post, I stumbled upon a firework celebration that was going to take place in the evening at Brooklyn Bridge. That was one of the events to commemorate the bridge’s 125th anniversary.
Heeding the NYPD dude’s advice, I headed towards what I later found out was the Brooklyn Bridge Park, which was the waterfront area just under the bridge on the Brooklyn side. The spot where I ended up was between Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan Bridge, to be exact. I could thus catch a pretty nice view of Manhattan Bridge as I stepped into the park.
When I got there people have already gathered in the park, waiting to catch the fireworks. Not surprisingly, the photography enthusiasts among them were properly equipped and many have already set up their tripods.
There I was, reprimanding myself for not making sure that my tripod followed me anywhere I went. Nevertheless, since it was already too late to do anything, I told myself that I would enjoy the fireworkes and would trying taking a few shots, see how they turn out. Who knows, they may turn out to look rather creative taken with my unstable hands.
I sat down and waited with the others. The sky was slowly getting dark. People were still arriving. It was a cold and windy evening, made worse by the breeze blowing on us from over the waters.
I was hugging my haversack in front of me to shield myself from the wind. My watch was approaching 9 o’clock as the cold was starting to get unbearable. The sky behind the Manhattan skyscrapers was almost dark by this time and it was then that the first sparks shot into the chilly air. They were greeted with cheers from the spectators.
I did try taking a few shots. The result was that I have now ended up with a collection of frizzy firework pictures.
These pictures did not end up as bad as I had expected and I actually kind of like them. How they would have turned out should I have been properly equipped is something that remains in my imagination.






















































