1ˢᵗ Ride of 2019 and Davinci Resolve

I haven’t bought Davinci Resolve, but I’m tempted. I’m also seriously tempted to buy the GoPro Fusion, it looks like one hell of a 360° camera. But both are expensive and in my hands… it’d be like using an canon to kill a fly.

So I’ve taken it upon myself to learn Davinci Resolve as much as possible before I consider buying either, there’s no point in psending money on tools I don’t know how to use, and the free version of resolve works well enough for my purposes.

But wait, there’s more. Last week (10 days ago) I quit smoking. For the most part it’s not been bad as I thought it would be, though I am using an E-Cig, Logic Curv is my weapon of choice, and so far yes, it’s worked. There have been some moments of weakness, my sister smokes and I’ve had a couple off her. The good news is that those two fags really made me want to throw up, tasted absolutely foul and made me cough for about an hour each.

Anywhoo, in this video I’ve done some colour correcting (the hero 6 is excellent but I always record the colour as flat), so yes I’m currently still learning about colour grading, I’ve also accidentally created a hyperlapse (I think) by trying to convert a video to timelapse.

 

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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