Ok, I will start with why I have been to San Diego Comic Con 4 times in a row, I have been a professional photographer (trained as a photojournalist) for almost 15 years, and I cannot seem to get epic shots at this event. I don’t even need to get “epic” shots, just get more of a full story of the day. I don’t think that Comic Con is the craziest event of the year. I have been around the block few times in this world and there are other gatherings, or even cultures, out there that are non-corporate and are visual highs and the cream of the crop for a photographer who is into photographing Human shit. But I love Comic Con! Comic Con is super special and good one as far as people as characters – a bad one as far as awful light in the Expo Hall and a lot of distracting backgrounds. It doesn’t present the best “scene” for the characters.
But this is off my point. The real reason I ache in my heart when I don’t get great photos at Comic Con is because I am there as a participant and not a photographer. I have come to accept the reality that unless I remove myself as a participant and get into my “world observing from the outside” photographer zone, it is impossible for me to shoot to my fullest potential. Until this year, actually, I was there with young children – possibly one even on my back in a baby carrier. One year I even had to go to the premiere of the My Little Pony “Equastria Girls” movie for my 3 -year-old daughter at the time and she fell asleep throughout the first 3/4 of the film. I wondered what the hell I was doing sitting in this theater with a bunch of Bronies who cheered when Rainbow Dash appeared on screen like she has come to save to save the world or something.
So this year, the day at the Con without our girls, I had a plan to split off from my gang (husband Pete, brother Mike, and friend, Chris) and take shallow depth portriats with my 50mm lens. That whole plan went to shit. I took about 10 minutes to myself at high noon. At one point I had to frantically switch my lens to a wide to get the cute Storm Trooper kids… which I didn’t do successfully. There were 6 of them! And crap light. My photos shows only 3.
For a few weeks now I have had a black mass showing up in my wide photos. I figured my lens was dirty and rubbed the smears off of it. That black blob showed up again and I thought that my camera really must be messed up! Getting old! I must have treated it too hard. . . I took off my lens, put my camera on Bulb and looked into to see the hard truth, a black ball of fuzz was stuck in there, hanging by a thread to my mirror. It had been pulled and stretched with every click to do a dance and freeze in a new pose on every frame I took. You can see it clearly in the photo of the woman in green. I don’t have the Photoshop skills to do anything about that.
I am super lame and happy to report that the fuzz is gone.