Since February, I’ve been working on the most exciting and interesting project I’ve ever built as a software developer. Every time I work, I feel like I’m moving mountains. When I look at my progress, I feel like an evil super genius. It’s stressful, I’m currently falling asleep at my desk, I’m full of uncertainty, and I fucking love it. If you read far enough to ask “What’s this post about, Q?”, it’s a chance to vent and convince myself to take a second and make time for photography.
It’s pretty much the one-year anniversary since graduating from UVic with a B. Sc. in Computer Science, and since then I’ve been working nonstop. I finished my degree while on hiatus from my main health-plan-having 9-5 day job (with an amazing and extremely generous boss) but somehow picked up a second web development gig through a friend in the middle of finals. After a couple months of at least 60-hour weeks, that gig was over and I felt happy with a little bit of money in my pocket. I had about 3 months of a regular day job, and despite an amazing girlfriend, awesome friends, and enough hobbies to take care of, I had a gaping, work-sized hole in my life… Queue my old employer asking me to build them a huge application.
Recently, I got a DM on Instagram from an old friend asking what I was up to because it looked like I was “living the life”. What they don’t know is I’m also getting hit with shingles for the second time in a year, and I was ripping my hair out over a deployment issue. I haven’t hung out with friends outside of a few beers at a nearby pub for weeks. Yeah, all this sucks but it was par for the course.
What my antisocial ass misses the most is taking photos.
There’s something about motorcycles that makes me happy – whether I’m riding them or just hanging around them. There’s something therapeutic about dragging my camera to track days at Victoria Supermoto and taking pictures between sessions, hitting up random people asking if they want to do shoots, and spending hours editing photos. Squeezing that around my work schedule and accepting zero money for it is still somehow worth every penny I didn’t make.
Victoria Supermoto is a damn treat. Take a handful of the most awesome people you can think of, sprinkle some more awesome people in there, give them some bikes and a racetrack, and boom. Victoria Supermoto. If it wasn’t for Jamie at Action Motorcycles dragging me out to a race night with my first camera, I think I’d still be riding a sport bike and not realizing what I was missing.
Shooting at that track has pushed my photography and editing skills more than anything. Making super quick adjustments in anticipation for a rider ripping past has forced me to be really good at multiplying and dividing by two to nail exposure in manual mode. I’ve developed efficient workflows to blow through the 900 photos I’d taken at the track and whittle them down to a cool 150 or so.
Thanks to the timing, it’s given me an appreciation for golden hour, as seen below. I’m not JJ Abrams, but I know my way around a good flare now. It’s a fine line between a totally blown out image, or extremely flattering backlight on your subject. These ones below were all the results of some super harsh sunset lighting.