23. PHOTOGRAPHY TIPS. HONG KONG People in motion. Office workers

PHOTOGRAPHY OF PEOPLE IN A RUSH.


Footbridge over Henessey Road from Wan Chai Station to Immigration Tower
Commuters from Wan Chai subway station rush to their places of work.

I used a tripod. Canon R5. Set to TV Mode, 1/1000 sec, f/4.5, ISO AUTO.
Focus on face of lady in brown dress.
I took 7 shots. This one shows a sharper image of the lady

Hong Kong Wan Chai subway commuters go to work

31 May 2023, 8.47 am. Canon R5, TV, 1/1000 sec, f/4.5, ISO AUTO (actual is 1250)

 

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