Added by on February 17, 2014


First test with the 4k Blackmagic Production Camera in Brighton.
Thanks to Guy Thatcher & co ( for the use of the Camera, Lenses and lovely afternoon out. I do love Sunday shooting.

Shot using the Zeiss Otus 55/1.4 & the Canon 70-200mm f/2.8L IS II.
‎Alphatron EVF, Tiffen Variable ND Filter.

1st 4k native camera clip: – 4K edit rendering, up later.
Noticed lots of heat haze whilst reviewing shots, need to do a nice London skyline test. Think the 1DC edges sharpness mostly due to less noise.

Lightly graded with Film Convert.

Part 2 shot comparison with the Canon 1DC coming soon.

Extremely bright today in the midday sun, Tiffen Variable ND Filter struggled to keep lenses above f2.8. I sometimes even nearly hit focus! Would have shot for longer with some varied scenes but battery solution did not last. But it was enjoyable to shoot with. Well as long as you want to use an EVF with waveforms etc.

4K ProRes HQ edited natively in Adobe Premiere Pro CC. Transcoded to HD, 1920×1080 ProRes HQ version available to download from Vimeo.

Richard Burton reads the beautiful ‘Wessex Heights’ by Thomas Hardy

Wessex Heights, December 1896
There are some heights in Wessex, shaped as if by a kindly hand
For thinking, dreaming, dying on, and at crises when I stand,
Say, on Ingpen Beacon* eastward, or on Wylls-Neck* westwardly,
I seem where I was before my birth, and after death may be.

In the lowlands I have no comrade, not even the lone man’s friend –
Her who suffereth long and is kind; accepts what he is too weak to mend:
Down there they are dubious and askance; there nobody thinks as I,
But mind-chains do not clank where one’s next neighbour is the sky.

In the towns I am tracked by phantoms having weird detective ways –
Shadows of beings who fellowed with myself of earlier days:
They hang about at places, and they say harsh heavy things –
Men with a wintry sneer, and women with tart disparagings.**

Down there I seem to be false to myself, my simple self that was,
And is not now, and I see him watching, wondering what crass cause
Can have merged him into such a strange continuator*** as this,
Who yet has something in common with himself, my chrysalis. ****

I cannot go to the great grey Plain; there’s a figure against the moon,
Nobody sees it but I, and it makes my breast beat out of tune;
I cannot go to the tall-spired town, being barred by the forms now passed
For everybody but me, in whose long vision they stand there fast.

There’s a ghost at Yell’ham Bottom chiding loud at the fall of the night,
There’s a ghost in Froom-side Vale, thin lipped and vague, in a shroud of white,
There is one in the railway-train whenever I do not want it near,
I see its profile against the pane, saying what I would not hear.

As for one rare fair woman, I am now but a thought of hers,
I enter her mind and another thought succeeds me that she prefers;
Yet my love for her in its fulness she herself even did not know;
Well, time cures hearts of tenderness, and now I can let her go.

So I am found on Ingpen Beacon, or on Wylls-Neck to the west,
Or else on homely Bulbarrow,* or little Pilsdon Crest,*
Where men have never cared to haunt, nor women have walked with me,
And ghosts then keep their distance; and I know some liberty.

December 1896

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