Dragon Lady

A quickie entry after that epic tome about the Yes concert.

Be warned, gentlemen. It is always unwise to needlessly antagonize a lady. It is especially unwise if she spits fire. 

  Do ya feel lucky, punk? 

Do ya feel lucky, punk? 

I am obliged to withhold a few details regarding these photographs. If I don't, she might do this to me:

  Goodness gracious, great balls of... okay, I'll stop.

Goodness gracious, great balls of... okay, I'll stop.

I was actually surprised at what how flattering the light from a volatile, flaming orb can be. It's naturally a bit too warm for most purposes, but it's nothing that a skilled RAW processor can't handle. 

Check out the softness of the light on her face here. Not only that, it has the directional qualities of a softbox as well a touch of the wrapped look of an umbrella. So cool, though I don't think I'm going to convince many parents to let me light their newborns this way. 

  Though I suppose I could ask her and her friends to light a bottle of 151 in the studio, right?

Though I suppose I could ask her and her friends to light a bottle of 151 in the studio, right?