
COG in the Corner
By: gustavHoiland
Category: bike polo
| Aperture: | f/8 |
|---|---|
| Focal Length: | 18mm |
| ISO: | 200 |
| Shutter: | 1/320 sec |
| Camera: | NIKON D80 |
In my continuance of editing last weekend’s pile, I found myself on this image. The original was nothing special. Ready to be trashed, actually. But I’ve found that this consistent application of settings that create this look has saved many a throwaway image, and has actually elevated many of them to be my favorites. This might be the best one yet.
My favorite part is the camera, or rather the tip of the lens held by a wedded hand of a magazine photographer, in the top right corner. On it there is a sticker that reads COG. The same sticker I’ve had stuck on my laptop since the COG tournament in Milwaukee last year. COG is a wonderful bike culture publication that lays a heavy dose great photography into its pages. It also holds a special place in my heart because it was the first place I’d had any of my work published. So that’s all sentimental and whatnot, but hopefully those in-the-know will catch that little detail as there will certainly be an article about this tournament there.
The hand works though because it breaks up the sky. No longer is it open range and undisturbed. No. The hand of COG descends to dwell upon the heroic games unfolding on mere earth.
Next! That shadow is really wild. It’s so huge and seems to hardly relate to the player that it’s cast from, though you can see the outline of the helmet and the triangle from the elbow window.
Next! Sun flares aren’t always nice, but here it’s definitely working for me. All of those circles overlapping in different shades across Man Right’s shoulder (Leon from team Smile). And then the continuation of them along the same invisible line, all the way to the left bottom corner.
Finally, Man Left (Joe from the Beaver Boys) has a most three dimensional mallet coming right at us. I suspect it’s because of the color difference between it and the jersey, but man that thing just pops out at me. Everything else about the players seems to be on a plan, but that orange whacker somehow breaks free of it.
Consider this image saved!
(also, check out www.COGmag.com)
