#Guerrilla G-Cup

[attackfish]

For the 10+ years AU: how does Aang and Katara's relationship play out in a scenerio where he teaches her waterbending? How have Mai and Ty Lee fared? Does the Gaang encounter the remnants of Bumi's guerilla forces, or meet up with Jet's Freedom Fighters, or go to the swamp? What is the politcal situation in the NWT regarding Yue? What about Zhao; does he still attempt an attack on the North despite the current situation in the Earth Kingdom? And how is Azula's pursuit of the Gaang going along?

Continued from: [Link], [Link], and [Link].

I just want to say that each of these questions could be a post on its own, so I will not even attempt to answer all of these questions. In fact I will only answering two of them. Or perhaps two and a quarter, since before we begin, I want to touch in two others, and that is to say you're making a big assumption about Bumi's guerrilla forces, since I never mentioned they were Bumi's, and indeed, he would be 122 years old at this point. He passes away several years before Aang wakes up. And he may have laid the seeds of one insurgency in the mountains around Omashu, but there are many, many others. Aang and his companions do meet quite a few rebels, including Jet, but assigning the root of this phenomenon to Bumi is much too simplistic.

And with that out of the way:

The Fire Nation conquered the Earth Kingdom. Whatever the difficulty in pacifying or controling the continent, all the glory of conquest in the Earth Kingdom has passed. If anything, the miserable grunt work of the subjugation of the Earth Kingdom whets an appetite of pure new conquest in the Fire Nation officer corps, and in the heart of one officer in particular, Admiral Zhao. And lucky for Admiral Zhao, Firelord Ozai also longs for the heady days of conquest.

So when Zhao puts forth a plan to invade the Northern Water Tribe by sea, to crush the last bastion of power of a people not the Firenation, when he whispers in his ear that he knows how to take away bending from every waterbender alive, Ozai can't say no. He is overjoyed at the prospect of being the one to finally fulfill Sozin's vision of the Fire Nation ruling the entire world.

When Azula finds out, she is furious. Time and circumstances had denied her the glory of conquest and condemned her to mopping up insurection after insurection, and now that her father has decided it's time for real conquest again, he's giving the privilege of leading to an incompetent like Zhao? It's brutally unfair.

But it's an opportunity. If anything will lure the Avatar out into the open, it's a threat to the last free non-Fire Nation stronghold. Which her brother, who is maybe not as stupid as she always thought, has figured out for himself. So she puts forth a plan, to steal Zhao's victory for themselves and capture the Avatar all at once. And the first step is letting her fuddy duddy uncle know just what Zhao plans to do to the Moon Spirit.

And Zhao couldn't have made it any easier for her to persuade her brother to go along. When she reaches him, Zhao has already commandeered his crew and left him virtually stranded. He agrees to her plan and boards her ship. She delibarately gives him a cabin next to Mai's.

Of course Zhao's next move is to try to commandeer her ship and crew, but unlike her brother, Azula has their father's favor, and tells him she will take it up with their father, who would not be pleased with his interference in her vitally important work. When pirates try to sneak onboard to assassinate her and her brother, Azula has no dificulty figuri g out who their employer is, which makes her that little bit more determined to rub Zhao's face in the dirt before she kills him.

The whole time they sail north, her Uncle Iroh keeps inviting himself to tea in her quarters and shooting her knowing looks over his cup. It's agrivating, and Azula can't wait for this to be over, and for them to be sailing back to the Fire Nation.

Meanwhile, Princess Yue, daughter of the current chief and wife of the next one, has one child, a daughter named Pincess Kaguya, who is eight years old. Yue's marriage is desperately unhappy, and her husband, Hahn, is resentful that she has only given him one child, and a daughter at that. When the Avatar and his companions come, it's one companion in particular who sympathises with her, and who makes her yearn all the more for a different, better life.

[akagami-no-rae]

ANS Week Day 3 - Wind

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An autumn wind swept through Tanbarun’s western mountains, stirring up orange leaves and a chill that promised an early winter. Most of the Lions of the Mountains were going about their morning chores, the hunting parties who left hours before sunrise were just returning with their haul of deer and rabbits to fill the reserves before the snow came and made food scarce. The wind blew again and a royal messenger from Tanbarun arrived at their gates with horse, carriage, a present, and a single armed guard.

He was there for an audience with Chief Mukaze. The messenger and his guard were escorted into their territory and brought into the big house where council and war meetings were held. The guard stood posted at the doors as a small crowd of gossiping people formed outside whispering about peace negotiations and victory. Mukaze leaned back in his chair and scratched his chin. “Tanbarun’s crown has agreed to our terms,” he repeated back slowly and skeptically.

“Yes, your grace,” said the messenger who sat with perfect posture in the chair opposite Mukaze.

“You can stop that ‘your grace,’ business.” Mukaze waved a hand. “I haven’t been a Lord in years.”

“The title is a curtesy given at the crown’s request.”

“If they’re agreeing to free us from their reign, then tell them they can expect us to be a very different country from what they’re used to.” “Of course, your g- Chief Mukaze.”

“Speaking of,” Mukaze leaned forward in his chair, “What are Tanbarun’s terms in this arrangement? They haven’t fought us this hard, for this many years, just to let us go so easily.” The messenger sat up straighter, “Tanbarun, of course, requires that the Lions of the Mountain ally with them in the war against Clarines. And to insure the bond of this alliance Tanbarun’s crown has less of a condition, and more of an amicable arrangement in mind.”

“Let me be the judge of that.” Mukaze narrowed his eyes, his mouth quirked in amusement.

The messenger was silent for a moment, his lips twisted slightly as if trying to find the words to properly explain. “Tanbarun’s crown,” he began slowly, “would like to extend an offer that is highly coveted amongst their nobles. It must be stressed that the fact that rebels are being offered this opportunity, at all, is unheard of.”

“Apparently the royals need these rebels’ help to win their war so spit it out already.”

The messenger’s brow creased in anger. “It has reached the prince’s ears that you have a beautiful daughter with rare red hair, is that true?”

Mukaze chuckled and shook his head. “Choose your next words. Very. Very. Carefully.”

“Are you threatening me, Chief Mukaze?” The messenger sputtered, “To be offered a place in the prince’s harem is a great honor, to the woman and her family!”

“Get out.” Mukaze’s voice was a low rumble.

“Excuse me?”

“Get out!” Mukaze advanced on the messenger suddenly. The messenger stood and stumbled over his chair scrambled to take his present box into his arms before backing away. “She’ll have the prince’s ear!”

“I said, get out!” Mukaze shouted. The council members stepped away from the wall and gathered behind Mukaze.

The messenger stepped backwards until he backed into the wooden double doors of the big house. He looked across the group of men and women in front of him and stood tall. “One day, if she gains his favor, she’ll be the first in line as candidate for queen!”

Mukaze stepped forward and in a quiet, almost friendly, rasp said, “Leave now, or we’ll throw you out.”

The messenger slipped one hand onto the door handle. “You should know what you’re giving up: An alliance. A chance at power.”

“I am intimately aware of what you’re offering. Our people knew what we were getting into when we started this rebellion and we won’t sacrifice our children for an easy victory.” The messenger made the slightest turn of the handle and the door flew open, a gust poured in over the crowd and sent the doors shaking on their hinges. Back lit, face dark, cape billowing in the wind the messenger spoke.

“You’re making a mistake you’ll regret.”

He turned and came face to face with a crowd of people all staring expectantly. His guard came to his side in a useless display. The messenger scanned the crowd and his eyes fell on a patch of red hair. He watched as the girl slipped through the crowd and came to stand in the front.

So, the reports were true after all.

The messenger gathered his dignity, held the box in front of himself, and walked towards the red-haired woman. Mukaze appeared from inside the big house and stepped between them before the messenger could get too close. The young woman stepped to the side to look between her father and the messenger. The messenger stepped forward with the box and handed it to Mukaze, “These gifts are intended for your daughter.”

Mukaze reluctantly took the package but made no movement to hand the box over. He simply stared at the messenger who finally turned to his guard. “Let’s go,” he said and the two pushed their way past the crowd and walked towards the town’s gates, a couple Lions followed to ensure their egress.

Shirayuki watched them disappear from view then looked to her father. “What was that about?”

“Nothing,” he said, “They simply came to insult us.”

   “So, you weren’t going to even give me a choice?” Mukaze and Shirayuki were in their home now. The royal messenger’s visit had created quite the scene. All the Lions were buzzing with what had happened. It didn’t take Shirayuki long to hear it all. She stood across from her father who sat on his chair, the present box opened on the low wooden table between them, its contents on full display. Perfumes, a bottle of fine red wine, a golden hair ornament, apples from the royal orchard, and a dress made of red silk. Tokens of what a life as the prince’s concubine would promise her, meant to entice her. Things she was to use to make herself more presentable to meet a prince.

“What choice?” He picked up the hem of the red fabric, “This is how he sees you. Just a pretty thing he can buy.”

Shirayuki saw the glistening red fabric in her father’s hand turn in her mind’s eye to a blood-soaked sheet on the medic table. Deep wounds beyond her care. The slow fade of a pulse. The Lions were a small faction is this war between two countries. Their high position in the mountains made them difficult to attack and their own strategy relied heavily on guerrilla tactics. Yet this war had taken so many of them. She tended to those who were carried back from skirmishes and raids, some half dead. There were too many she couldn’t help, who were brought to her with infections and gashes that couldn’t be sown together. She helped save hundreds, but how many could she do nothing more than hold as their hands went cold? She’d never be able to look a dying man or woman in the eyes again knowing she could have saved them. Knowing that this war continued because of her. “There are worse fates,” she whispered.

Mukaze’s fingers released the silk and it fluttered back down to the table. His head fell into his hands. “I can’t let you do this,” he said, his voice rasped more than usual, “escaping this very fate is how your mother and I came to the Lions.”

“You always said your uncle tried to marry her...”

“My uncle was the previous king of Tanbarun,” he said, “Your mother and I were newly married, but he wanted to add her to his harem anyway. We’d just discovered she was pregnant with you when they came to take her away. They told me to forget about her and find a new wife. So, I did the only logical thing I could think of: I broke into the palace, set her free, and we ran away to the mountains together. It was winter and we nearly died that first week, I’m sure my uncle hoped we would, but the Lions found us and took us in.” They were silent for a long moment after that. Shirayuki hadn’t heard that version of the story before. Her stomach churned at the thought of the fate of her life being decided by another, but...

“They’ll come for us, won’t they,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “If they’re smart, they’ll wait till after winter when the snow on the mountains melt and our food stores are at their lowest. They’ll come and wipe us out.” Mukaze attempted a protest, but Shirayuki spoke over him. “That messenger came straight to our front gates. They know exactly where we are.”

“We’ll fight them like we always have.”

“For how long?” Her voice nearly cracked. “Until there is no one left?” Her words hung thick in the air. Mukaze was always the one preaching the importance of the retreat, of staying alive and living to fight another day. “My life isn’t worth any more than anyone else’s. Besides, I’ll be okay. This prince is trading a portion if his kingdom for me,” a fire burned in her eyes, “He has no idea what he’s getting.”

  Shirayuki spent the rest of that day preparing and stockpiling medicines for the Lions. Salves for topical treatments, medicinal teas, powders for the aching joints of the older residents. She packed everything she’d need for a long journey away. She tried not to think about how she may never come back. She didn’t bother to bring the prince’s gifts with her. Instead she told her father to sell it all and put the money towards food and medicine. The only item she kept was the bottle of wine. Bundled in her traveling clothes, bag over shoulder, she walked through the quiet town.

All the lights were out except for the deck of the bar. She saw her father with his back leaned against the railing, a beer in one hand while he spoke casually with some soldiers. She wanted to remember him like that and continued on her path.

She stopped at the stables to get her horse before going out to the graveyard outside of town where her mother and grandparents were buried. She left the horse to wait for her outside the graveyard gate and found the three plots all in a row. From her bag she took out the bottle of wine and four small cups. She poured a small portion of the wine in each and placed one at each headstone before taking a sip of her own.

She never cared for alcohol herself, but her grandparents had owned a bar in Tanbarun where she grew up. When Shirayuki heard of the Lion’s rebellion she had already been studying herbology for several years and knew that she could help. So, at her behest her grandparents and her moved to the mountains. The two of them ran that bar in town for years before they passed. One sip was enough for her and she set it aside. She left the bottle with them, said goodbye, and left.

  On horseback she rode down the mountain path towards Tanbarun. It was a few days travel to the capitol and she hoped that if she rode through the night she’d catch up with the messenger by morning.

It was a long cold night of riding into biting winds. She welcomed it. It kept her awake and fueled something in her to keep her moving forward. She cared about the Lions, she didn’t want to see harm come to them, especially not because of her. But she’d only lived there for four years, all during a time of war, and it never felt like home. Especially not after her grandparents had passed. Leaving Tanbarun, the place she’d grown up, hadn’t been that sad either. Probably because her grandparents had been with her. She missed them but was glad they weren’t here today. They might have tried to stop her, and she might have let them.

The sky was brighter, though the sun hadn’t shown itself through the trees yet, when she finally caught up with the carriage. “Who goes there?” yelled the guard from next to the coach.

“My name is Shirayuki.”

The messenger peeked out the door. “Move along, we’ve no business with you.”

“Your prince is selling a part of his country for me but only knows exactly one thing about me?” She pulled back her hood to reveal her hair. “The girl from the Lions. So, you’ve decided to accept?”

“Yes.”

“Please, come in the carriage and out of the cold. You must be exhausted.”

She hated that he was right. She dismounted and the guard tied her horse to the bridle of the ones leading the carriage. She took a seat inside and the messenger offered her a blanket that she accepted.

“You’re not wearing your gifts?”

“Silk isn’t very practical for traveling.” He didn’t need to know that she left them all behind. She fell asleep before he could ask more questions.

  Shirayuki awoke to find herself in midair. Her head suddenly hit the side wall of the carriage which was now below her. Her ears rung and her neck radiated an icy pain. She took stock of herself to make sure she could move, wasn’t bleeding, or trapped. When she was convinced, she was fine she looked around to see the messenger standing and trying to peek out the cracked door above their heads. He must be feeling fine, but she’d wished he’d let her evaluate him first. But he didn’t know her name, how could he have known she was a healer. His face was a pale white.

“What is this?” He turned to Shirayuki. “Do you know these, men?”

Shirayuki’s brow creased and she crawled to her feet and rose to her tip toes to look out as well.

The guard, bless him, stood between them and group of about six armed men. The one who stood in front of him now hit his sword against the guards playfully, like a cat pawing at a mouse. The guard’s leg was obviously injured from falling off the carriage where he rode.

The guard lunged forward, struck once, twice, then the butt of the other man’s sword struck him in the back of the head. The guard crumpled to the floor. The men watching laughed and jeered.

“Are these the Lions? Have they come to steal you back?”

“No, I’ve never seen these men before.”

The men turned their attention to the wagon and Shirayuki dropped to her knees. She searched for her bag in the wreckage of the interior. She felt blindly under a blanket and got a handful of glass. She recoiled, balled her hand into a fist, and pulled the blanket back. Glass shards from a broken window and her bag. She grabbed it and fished around with her good hand. She pulled a small bag of powder. She’d been saving it as a present for the prince, but she needed it now.

She turned to tell him her plan when the messenger forcefully grabbed her hood and shoved it over her head. “Act mute, girl,” he hissed. She didn’t appreciate the rough handling, but she wasn’t going to argue right now. She slipped the powder up her sleeve.

He shouted at the door above, “Take our money! You can have it, just let us go!” The toe of a boot appeared in the crack of the door and kicked it open. He whispered to Shirayuki “Quick give me your things." She looked at him pleadingly and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous!” he shouted and grabbed her bag from her. He rifled then turned it over. Rations, first aid, packets and jars of medicines, a couple books that had been her mother’s. “Where are they!?” Shirayuki stared daggers.

“No gold?” The man above sighed. “That’s fine, we trade in other things.” Hands reached down and hauled the messenger out like he was nothing. Shirayuki heard him thud to the ground outside. “Please, I don’t have anything, I’m just a messenger. Our food is strapped to the roof-er-side, now.”

“Is that so? What about the girl?” The man above turned and looked down at Shirayuki with a smile. She glared back.

“Some mute girl lost in the woods,” the messenger lied, “Poor thing wouldn’t hurt anyone, best to just let her go.”

The man above jumped down into the carriage. Glass cracked under his boots. He towered over her; he tipped his head to keep it from hitting the new roof. She stood to face him. “Prettier if you didn’t scowl so.” He lifted a hand to brush her cheek. She slapped it away before he could. He looked intrigued then yanked back her hood. Her hair pooled around her shoulders in red waves, her ribbon having fallen out. She thought to use the powder but using it in close quarters with a sure to be angry man thrashing around was too dangerous. She’d wait for the perfect moment. He called back over his shoulder, “Looks like we found our prize!”

  They locked her in the carriage that night, took her bag and supplies, but didn’t search her. Nor did they let her treat the cut on her hand. They let the guard, coach, and messenger go. Told them to tell the royals the Talon of the Sea bested them. Seemed an idiotic thing to brag, but Tanbarun’s crown had famously ignored the Talon’s doings for years, or at least they were good at covering up their failed attempts to thwart them. Why not brag?

Unable to sleep she stayed up planning an escape instead. Since someone sat guard on the door above, she could hear him snoring, she made a plan for morning, but it also occurred to her that aside from a quick peek outside earlier she had no clue where she was aside from inside a flipped wagon. If she somehow was able to make a break for it, she didn’t have much of a plan beyond that. She supposed it didn’t matter too much though.

“Psst, wake up. Do you see that?” She heard the voice of the man above. The snoring stopped. The door rattled under the moving weight of the man as he sat up.

“What?” Asked a groggy voice.

“There’s a soldier approaching. Rich one too from the looks of it.”

“That’s some nice-looking armor.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.” A sharp whistle. “Boys, get up. We got a quick job coming our way. Probably coming home from that battle between the warring countries. We strike quick and he won’t know what hit him.

“Soldier, stop right there!”

“Looks like you’re having some cart troubles,” a more distant voice said.

She hoped this soldier had a sense of humor and wasn’t actually that stupid. She heard the twang of a bow string then a slash and crack. “Whoa there, I’ve had enough fighting for one day.” He sounded unhurt, friendly even. “I’m just trying to pass by.”

Without another word the sounds of fighting began. Swords and bows. Horses whinnied. She heard the man above her swear and hop from atop the carriage. Without missing a beat. She pushed the door open and pulled herself out. She looked around to get an idea of the area and the best direction to run. She saw the soldier fighting the pirates on the road, it was dark, but the full moon shone on his hair, pale as the moonlight itself, and his armor. It looked well-fortified and decorated, though she couldn’t imagine killing someone over it. She looked elsewhere for an escape and saw that part of the road and been dug out. The pirates must have cut loose the horses and without control the carriage rolled over the soft dirt and flipped.

Then she saw a narrow bridge ahead. Only wide enough for a single wagon at a time. She remembered taking that bridge to the mountain’s years ago, she’d been afraid of it, but Grandpa and Grandma assured her it’d fine. She hoped they were right tonight. She hopped down and ran through the pirate camp, stopping only briefly to grab her bag and quickly check its contents- all there. She thought to grab her horse, only to see all but the soldier’s horse was running away. She supposed she couldn’t blame draft horses nor her own mare for being scared off by the noises of a fight. Without wasting a moment more she ran for the bridge.

Just as her foot was about to land on wood panels a hand yanked her shoulder. The man from above was there grabbing hold of her.

“I’m not going back to Umihebi empty handed.” He tried to pull her and grab her arms, but she freed herself. She pulled the powder from her sleeve, opened it, and threw it at the man’s eyes. He screamed, clutching his face, trying to rub the powder away. She ran from him, not taking a breath until she was certain she was far enough away.

Adrenaline fueled her, telling her feet to run faster to forget height and rushing water below. She almost didn’t hear the sound of hooves over the sound of her own heart beat. The soldier on his horse pulled ahead of her before slowing and reaching down a hand.

“He’s about to cut the lines,” he spoke the words and her head whipped back to see the man above eyes swollen and red sawing on the corded ropes with a knife. They were only halfway across.

“Hurry!” He shouted and she took his hand. He swung her to sit in front of him on the saddle and kicked hard. They galloped, hooves barely making purchase with the bridge before already making the next step. Then the next step didn’t come, and they were falling.

[karingottschalk]

When a documentary video or photography project about people involved in creativity and innovation is not in the offing, what else is there to do other than picking up the latest review loaner, placing another review loaner upon it then jumping on a train to head off for the closest reasonably busy suburban shopping destination the afternoon of New Year’s Eve 2017? 

Panasonic Lumix DC-GH5 with Olympus M.Zuiko Digital ED 12-40mm f/2.8 Pro zoom lens, Guerrilla G-Cup for GH5 and Peak Design Clutch camera strap. I used a Panasonic Lumix G 25mm f/1.7 lens on the GH5 for my photographic walk through Chatswood depicted below.

Panasonic Australia’s media relations people kindly couriered over a GH5 just before Christmas, shortly after Guerrilla, formerly Miller & Schneider, sent over its G-Cup for GH5, and the G-Cup has been permanently fixed to the GH5 ever since.

It is still early days for me with the Guerrilla C-Cup but this first serious foray into shooting with it was a success.

New Year’s Eve 2017 was a hot and muggy day with constantly changing low-angle light filtering through the glare of a cloudy sky in Sydney’s northern suburb of Chatswood.

A Brisk New Year’s Eve Walk Through Chatswood with a Lumix GH5 and a Guerrilla G-Cup for GH5

DxO Optics Pro Elite with its companion applications cum plug-ins DxO FilmPack and DxO ViewPoint was the first dedicated raw file processor I bought after being less than impressed with Adobe’s Camera Raw of the time.

The DxO combination has been my raw processing benchmark provided, that is, the raw files in question are not Fujifilm X-Trans non-Bayer raw as DxO’s code base sadly only supports Bayer sensors.

Accordingly I processed my brisk walk images in DxO OpticsPro Elite, now renamed DxO PhotoLab, with DxO FilmPack and DxO ViewPoint as plug-ins.

This set of images was processed with DxO’s Agfa Scala 200x analog film simulation and selenium/gold split toning to emphasize the heat and light of my walk through those gritty streets.

Even the light indoors in the shopping centres and arcades both upmarket and down seared my eyes as it shafted through the skylights and windows into the gloomy lower floors below.

Agfa Scala 200x, intended for processing as a transparency film, was discontinued in 2010 and the closest extant film is reportedly Adox Silvermax.

The Guerrilla G-Cup for Panasonic GH5

I was glad of the way Guerrilla’s G-Cup for the GH5 shielded the edges of my eyes in those searing shafts of light so I could peer more effectively into the darkness.

More importantly, the G-Cup did exactly what Guerilla’s product page text promised it would:

The G-Cup is a replacement eyecup designed to fit the electronic viewfinder of the Panasonic GH5. It enhances the clarity, comfort, and stability of your camera by securely attaching to the EVF to block out light and provide a comfortable cushion for firm pressure and improved handheld stability.

Custom-designed and optimized for each camera, the G-Cup adds very little weight, and it perfectly compliments the camera’s shape and balance. It enables run-and-gun shooting with your camera stripped-down, right out of the box.

Panasonic Lumix GH5 with Guerrilla G-Cup for GH5 and Peak Design Clutch hand strap.

That run-and-gun shooting experience is important to me with the GH5 and its DSLR-style form factor that is so different from the types of cameras I usually prefer for stills photography, rangefinder and rangefinder-style cameras like Panasonic’s GX8 and Fujifilm’s X-Pro2.

I am right at home with those two cameras for the urban documentary approach I applied to my walk around Chatswood on New Year’s Eve, 2017.

The G-Cup made the GH5 look and feel like something very different, a marksman’s sight for peering distantly at the target and that feeling was underscored by my choice of lens, the Panasonic Lumix G 25mm f/1.7 Aspheric.

The Olympus M.Zuiko Digital ED 17mm f/1.2 Pro, Olympus M.Zuiko Digital ED 25mm f/1.2 Pro and Olympus M.Zuiko Digital ED 45mm f/1.2 Pro.

I received the 25mm f/1.7 with my Panasonic Lumix GX8 during an end-of-year promotion and it is currently one of my fastest Micro Four Thirds lenses.

Its 25mm focal length is not one I would have chosen to buy as I tend to shoot documentary stills with wider or longer focal lengths – in M43 they are 14mm, 17mm, 20mm and 42.5mm and in 35mm format they are 28mm, 35mm, 40mm and 85mm.

For documentary video as well as stills, I am very tempted by the Olympus M.Zuiko Pro f/1.2 prime lenses range and its 17mm, 25mm and 45mm focal lengths with their manual clutch focus capability, crucial for accurate and repeatable manual focussing and focus pulling.

Panasonic Lumix G 25mm f/1.7 Aspheric prime lens, one of Panasonic’s f/1.7 prime lens series, all affordable and light, and with a fast enough maximum aperture for most situations. Manual focussing is damped focus-by-wire rather than manual clutch focus as with the Olympus M.Zuiko Pro lenses, so I prefer the latter for repeatable and accurate focus control but Panasonic’s f/1.7 lens series is great for tight, fast situations.

Panasonic’s fast little Lumix G f/1.7 primes are a different proposition, better suited to autofocus and one carrying on M43’s initial promise of smaller, lighter, more affordable cameras and lenses as well as more discretion when shooting in public.

For that they are well-matched with Panasonic’s GX8, a camera that is the height of discretion due to its unique tilting electronic viewfinder, which I hope will soon be updated as the GX9.

I have tried using the fully-articulated monitor on Lumix cameras in lieu of the GX8 tilting EVF’s waist level finder effect, but success is dependent on being able to shield the monitor from the sun or in having a main subject lit brightly enough.

SmallRig LCD Screen Protector Sunhood 1972 on Panasonic Lumix GH5.

I recently bought SmallRig’s LCD Screen Protector to try when shooing video in challenging light and needing to have the camera low rather than eye level on a tripod or gimbal, though it may be unwieldy for run-and-gun stills and video.

I will be in the Sydney city CBD later this week to shoot some much-needed Hybrid Log-Gamma (HLG) High Dynamic Range (HDR) and All-Intra 400 Mbps 10-bit 4:2:2  video footage so I can explore these promising new developments that arrived with version 2.0 of the GH5’s firmware.

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Taking a Panasonic Lumix GH5 Equipped with a Guerrilla G-Cup for GH5 on a Brisk Walk Through Chatswood When a documentary video or photography project about people involved in creativity and innovation is not in the offing, what else is there to do other than picking up the latest review loaner, placing another review loaner upon it then jumping on a train to head off for the closest reasonably busy suburban shopping destination the afternoon of New Year's Eve 2017? 

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Colombia's Best Restaurants, Spas and Hotels in Cartegena and Bogota

 Conflict has isolated Colombia from the world, and its products, services, and cuisine were also isolated. But we’re rediscovering our cuisine – and Bogota is at the centre of this. Hotel Occupancy rates have soared in recent years and people are returning.  An influx of people escaping Venezuela has also driven demand for fine dining in Colombia.

 Within the historic walled city of Cartagena, Columbia inside Cartagena's premier luxury hotel Casa San Agustin, sits Alma restaurant.  Its colonial Courtyard, the Main Room and the Private Room are places rich in character serving as a backdrop to ancient aqueduct.

Fine Dining Restaurants in Cartagena, Colombia

  Alma restaurant radiates the life of Cartagena de Indias and offers the best of traditional cuisine of the renowned Chef Heberto Eljach in the heart of Casa San Agustin Hotel, where you can enjoy an exquisite seafood casserole, as well as a variety of ceviches, matured meat in various cuts, lobster tail and seafood prepared with traditional cooking, among other dishes.

Luxury Spa's in Cartagena, Colombia

 Breakfast is also served with a spa experience that includes the Aurum breakfast with high tea at the Alma and a 60 minute body massage at Cartagena's best spa Aurum.

 Your palate will go into overdrive at Bogota’s Leo, where chef Leonor Espinosa brings Colombia’s ecosystems and abundant larder to life. Edible debuts might include Amazonian rainforest-sourced cacay nut and babilla (spectacled caiman), forest-dwelling hormigas culonas (leafcutter ants) or pepino melon plucked from Andean woods. Try the 12-step tasting menu is a snip for about $50 USD.

 One of the world’s most biodiverse countries, underrated Colombia has earned its seat at the table – and the people behind Latin America’s Best Restaurants awards agree. Bogota has been chosen to host the fifth edition, which takes place tonight. It’s a sure sign that foodies should take note of this South American country that began its peace process following 53 years of civil war.

 Espinosa, who picked up the prestigious Basque Culinary World Prize 2017 in July for her work reviving the ancestral knowledge of indigenous and Afro-Colombian peoples, isn’t the only fine-dining Bogota chef to focus on Colombian ingredients. At Criterion, Master Chef Colombia co-presenter Jorge Rausch – who cut his teeth at Oxford’s Le Manor aux Quat’Saisons – and pastry chef brother Mark apply French culinary techniques to two tasting menus: the lengthier 10-step number kicks off with a fluffy yam, coastal fresh cheese, roasted aborigine and hogao (creole sauce) cappuccino served in a coffee cup.

 Bogota’s entrance on the scene has been a long time coming. “We’ve been behind the rest of the world because of the violence,” admits Jorge Rausch. “But Colombia now needs to show we’ve got more than just tasty food – extraordinary stories from producers are coming to light because of the peace process.”

 Other Bogota musts include hipster eatery and bar El Chato where chef Alvaro Clavijo deals in well-dressed Colombian comfort food such as lamb, quinoa and chickpeas, while Juan Manuel Barrientos’s sensorial experience at El Cielo awakens taste as well as touch and smell. What’s more, his foundation trains both former FARC guerrillas and demobilized army soldiers in the kitchen – then hires them to work together.

 Harry Sassoon’s eponymous restaurant and Andrés Carne de Res – which has no fewer than two dance floors in its outré restaurant – are also key on the food scene.

 While some of these establishments are found in Zona G (the “Gastronomic Zone”), the area of Chapinero Alto is also making waves. Chef Paula Silva opened soul-food restaurant Hippie here in 2015. “This is the new foodie neighbourhood,” she says. “Lots of small spots have sprung up, converting old houses into cafés, organic specialists and sushi joints because rents are cheaper here. There’s plenty of diversity.”

 Chapinero Alto also houses Plaza de Mercado de Paloquemao, one of Bogotá’s many food markets. Aside from the family run fruit and veg stalls, the markets are also the ideal spot to to try local dishes designed to combat the mountainous city’s cool climes, says Jorge Rausch – who recommends jugo de borojó, a freshly blended crab cocktail (an aphrodisiac, he says) at Plaza Siete de Agosto market, followed by ajiaco (chicken and potato soup), sancocho de costilla (beef rib stew) and pata (beef or pork trotter soup) from the stalls upstairs.

 And then there’s street food. Bogotanos love to snack on maize arepas filled with egg, cheese and ham, fresh fruit like mango biche (salted green mango) and smoothies. Carts are everywhere as we get cravings before work, mid-morning and in the afternoon.

 And though fine dining in Bogota is already attainable on a moderate budget, top chefs are now focusing on casual dining experiences. The Rausches’ latest offering, Local, uses only Colombian ingredients, while at Misia, Leonor Espinosa uses her grandmother’s recipes to recreate fritanga (fried street food) such as caramanola beef pasties and mole de queso (yam and cheese).

 It's time to re-visit Colombian fine dining.

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On writing and nerding: my Nookery

Being a Londoner I’ve got about 5 inches of ‘space’ to use as my writing nook. This is more often than not the corner of my living room.

I’ll be honest this is a massive uptick from 10 years of writing in hotel rooms. Officially the second decent thing hotels are useful for, after jumping on the beds.

Finding the right place and space to work has always been difficult for me. I have been a mobile worker most of my adult life, and where transience wasn’t on the cards home was more open-plan sleep and entertainment space than “shed”, like I had once imagined.

Writing in the presence of housemates and close friends has led to a tendency to ‘nest’.

[To be read in David Attenborough voice]

“Here we find the rare Kettle-bird, a nesting writer capable of burying herself in blankets, pillows, hats and hoodies so that all that is visible is a pair of intense eyes, rapidly typing hands and a glowing keyboard. Best to avoid if it looks like it might cry or kill you.”

It also means I’m forever taking things up and down from walls. And you wouldn’t believe the places I’ve found post-it notes! Like most modern writers I have an 'electronic office’ which consists of various cloud based apps like pinterestand g-docs. But I’m building a little 'portable’ office that allows me to physicalise the most important parts and that makes use of my addiction to gadgets, multipurpose tooling and App-linking with digital media for access on the move.

So here follows a few blogs on Nookery essentials for writers needing to build a guerrilla writing space, which can be deconstructed and reconstructed at a moment’s notice.

This is an evolution of Fort-Building of my youth, but for the discerning, space-saving, writer. (Turning it up to 11 for the nerdy ones)

1) Multi-purpose room divider / human-avoider

Blocking out children, demanding friends, television and that ever-so-pesky daylight that makes us shrink back into our coffins is sometimes necessary to allow the imagination to fly. Great for people who like to ‘write in the dark, edit in the light’.

Where possible I think multipurpose is best, and I found a great Etsy supplier that makes custom boards with chalk boards/cork boards included. Chalk boards are great for planning etc. Cork for making sure those pictures and notes and post-its stay in view and don’t get lost down the back of the sofa.

To accompany this I also recommend :

Chalkboard pens in many colours because lump chalk is made of evil

Hook Gear Thumb tacks which enable dangling other stuff on top of the pins - genius (also useful for throwing out of the window a loud people disrupting my creativity)

2) Who needs walls anyway?

Being a writer is a symptom of an addition to stationary. FACT. Even with an electronic office I’ve probably consumed an entire rainforest in my lifetime with all the printing, doodling and sticking I’ve done. Combining Whiteboard Paper with Dropbox and Evernote as a tool that transposes notes from Scrawl (OCR = optical character recognition) to electronic notes [I’ll write a separate blog on how to set this up and update a link here] allows me to scribble freely on my walls like a child with ADHD after three boxes of Nerds and a bottle of Sunny D, which means I can follow up when I come down from the sugar high.

3) Electronic Scribblings

In 2015 if it ain’t digital it won’t do. But dammit I spent literally ages when I was a teen making sure I had the most expressive handwriting for my romantic soul - to the point it was borderline illegible - but it’s mine gaddamit and the computer will recognise it eventually.

So imagine my shiny glee when I discovered LiveScribe.

I use aLiveScribe 3 - It’s particularly good for writing workshops as well as sitting in coffee shops. My only issue is that I hate biro and prefer fineliner or ink - but I sacrifice a smooth writing experience for portable productivity. (See it in action with a review here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Asj0qOY1dkI)

Other options include the Sky penwhich uploads straight to Evernote. NeoandEquilalso do smart pens. But LiveScribe is top for me especially given their new project withMoleskin(Which should be rebranded WriterCrack IJS).

When in doubt, also, there’s my trusty Lamy. It doesn’t do electronic, but it does fuel my soul. 

4) Teasmaid / Regular Writer-Fuel Dispenser

Beverages, particularly Tea, are essential for writing; and making a cup of tea ‘in character’ is a great way to get into writing mode. So there are definite advantages to getting up and making a pot, also to make sure gangrene doesn’t set in during a particular epic writing sesh. Therefore I would like to thank the Universe for inventing a teasmade!

1) Sit down to write: Put on timer for Teasmade / Coffeemade(My preference is aSage kettle.)

2) *Bing*: Break + Tea. 

3) Result: Profit!

If only I could get an App to provide freshly made warm biscuits to dunk too. 

Sort of a combined Pomodoro technique with a cuppa ready for you at the end. What’s not to love?

* To Nerd it to 11 you can combine tea/coffeemades with aWeMo plug, IFTTTCode and your Do! Appto hit a button on your phone and get tea. (I’ll post the code here at a later date)

5) Folding desk of Awesome

When I was a kid my dad made me an open sided wooden box to use as a portable desk so that even if I was sitting 3 ft away from the television (common) I was at a good angle for my back and could get my homework done. It was my favorite Christmas present ever.

[ Let’s take a moment to recognise how awesome my parents were again - and how I totally didn’t appreciate it at the time.]

Writing stories and drawing while curled cross-legged on the floor like a super-productive yogi is now my most comfortable operating position. So over the years I have never liked permanent desks.

Here are my recommended portable and fold-able desks available for purchase for those of your without woodworking skills or handy parents.

Wall mounted desks take up little room and if you’re savvy can be disguised by the room divider!  

For those of you not renting a cupboard in London (where nailing anything to the wall is a big no-no unless you want to lose the deposit you sold a kidney to round up in the first place) I’d suggest something that has the air of a Mattel Transformer, but for nerds. I give you my personal favourite folding desk.

If you have a black AMEX maybe you can commission this beauty. (Ultimate Advance Spend Plan: Louis VuittonBespoke Desk Case) 

6) Lighting the scene

I like to adapt my lighting to the scene I’m writing. For example I set a warm light for a scene that is full of love or sunlight, or cold light for something indoors or utilitarian. 

Phillips’ Hue system is pretty damn ingenious and allows for adjusting the multiple lights to illuminate a space with every colour in the spectrum - including flickering candle light if you combine with the hue party app. They also have several products that don’t require wires. Which makes for excellent nooking. The Apps are user-friendly to even the most technophobic user, and for those who need a physical button you can add these switches to the system with minimum effort. 

The portable table lampis my favorite for mood setting and is easily set up in a nook.

Talking about flickering candle light, if you’re writing a scene where this is required I can’t recommend electronic candles enough. All the light, none of the waxy mess.

7) Silence

In a busy space it can be hard to find the right level of white noise to cancel out the world and sink into the one in your imagination. Personally I work best with music on that takes me into my story (the playlists are endless, thank you Spotify), or some form of nature sounds (rains and storms are the best for me, particularly if i want to shut out tube/bus distractions). Chris Jones’ (Esquire Writer) has a great list. 

But for those of you who need true silence then short of throwing everyone out of the house or sticking sheets in your ears I would recommend various Noise-Cancelling device orheadphones. 

* By the way I know I haven’t covered seating. Apart from the fact that I want to create a space that is seating independent, I’m saving my dream chairto celebrate something special ;) 

Okay so that’s it. Quite an involved blog i’ll admit, but hopefully useful-slash-interesting.

Thanks for the help from my circle of writery types to provide inspiration. I hope you’ve found this useful. I created apinterest board with links to the above, and might at some point create a YouTube tour of the Nook to cover the points in this blog. Welcome comments. What do you have in your nook? How to you use technology to enable your writing physically and digitally? Have you used the tools above, and what did you think? 

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Colombia's Best Restaurants, Spas and Hotels in Cartegena and Bogota

Conflict has isolated Colombia from the world, and its products, services, and cuisine were also isolated. But we’re rediscovering our cuisine – and Bogota is at the centre of this. Hotel Occupancy rates have soared in recent years and people are returning.  An influx of people escaping Venezuela has also driven demand for fine dining in Colombia.

 Within the historic walled city of Cartagena, Columbia inside Cartagena's premier luxury hotel Casa San Agustin, sits Alma restaurant.  Its colonial Courtyard, the Main Room and the Private Room are places rich in character serving as a backdrop to ancient aqueduct.

Colombian Cuisine in Cartagena

   Alma restaurant radiates the life of Cartagena de Indias and offers the best of traditional cuisine of the renowned Chef Heberto Eljach in the heart of Casa San Agustin Hotel, where you can enjoy an exquisite seafood casserole, as well as a variety of ceviches, matured meat in various cuts, lobster tail and seafood prepared with traditional cooking, among other dishes.

Spa Cuisine in Cartagena

 Breakfast is also served with a spa experience that includes the Aurum breakfast with high tea at the Alma and a 60 minute body massage at Cartagena's best spa Aurum.

 Your palate will go into overdrive at Bogota’s Leo, where chef Leonor Espinosa brings Colombia’s ecosystems and abundant larder to life. Edible debuts might include Amazonian rainforest-sourced cacay nut and babilla (spectacled caiman), forest-dwelling hormigas culonas (leafcutter ants) or pepino melon plucked from Andean woods. Try the 12-step tasting menu is a snip for about $50 USD.

 One of the world’s most biodiverse countries, underrated Colombia has earned its seat at the table – and the people behind Latin America’s Best Restaurants awards agree. Bogota has been chosen to host the fifth edition, which takes place tonight. It’s a sure sign that foodies should take note of this South American country that began its peace process following 53 years of civil war.

 Espinosa, who picked up the prestigious Basque Culinary World Prize 2017 in July for her work reviving the ancestral knowledge of indigenous and Afro-Colombian peoples, isn’t the only fine-dining Bogota chef to focus on Colombian ingredients. At Criterion, Master Chef Colombia co-presenter Jorge Rausch – who cut his teeth at Oxford’s Le Manor aux Quat’Saisons – and pastry chef brother Mark apply French culinary techniques to two tasting menus: the lengthier 10-step number kicks off with a fluffy yam, coastal fresh cheese, roasted aborigine and hogao (creole sauce) cappuccino served in a coffee cup.

 Bogota’s entrance on the scene has been a long time coming. “We’ve been behind the rest of the world because of the violence,” admits Jorge Rausch. “But Colombia now needs to show we’ve got more than just tasty food – extraordinary stories from producers are coming to light because of the peace process.”

 Other Bogota musts include hipster eatery and bar El Chato where chef Alvaro Clavijo deals in well-dressed Colombian comfort food such as lamb, quinoa and chickpeas, while Juan Manuel Barrientos’s sensorial experience at El Cielo awakens taste as well as touch and smell. What’s more, his foundation trains both former FARC guerrillas and demobilized army soldiers in the kitchen – then hires them to work together.

 Harry Sassoon’s eponymous restaurant and Andrés Carne de Res – which has no fewer than two dance floors in its outré restaurant – are also key on the food scene.

 While some of these establishments are found in Zona G (the “Gastronomic Zone”), the area of Chapinero Alto is also making waves. Chef Paula Silva opened soul-food restaurant Hippie here in 2015. “This is the new foodie neighbourhood,” she says. “Lots of small spots have sprung up, converting old houses into cafés, organic specialists and sushi joints because rents are cheaper here. There’s plenty of diversity.”

 Chapinero Alto also houses Plaza de Mercado de Paloquemao, one of Bogotá’s many food markets. Aside from the family run fruit and veg stalls, the markets are also the ideal spot to to try local dishes designed to combat the mountainous city’s cool climes, says Jorge Rausch – who recommends jugo de borojó, a freshly blended crab cocktail (an aphrodisiac, he says) at Plaza Siete de Agosto market, followed by ajiaco (chicken and potato soup), sancocho de costilla (beef rib stew) and pata (beef or pork trotter soup) from the stalls upstairs.

 And then there’s street food. Bogotanos love to snack on maize arepas filled with egg, cheese and ham, fresh fruit like mango biche (salted green mango) and smoothies. Carts are everywhere as we get cravings before work, mid-morning and in the afternoon.

 And though fine dining in Bogota is already attainable on a moderate budget, top chefs are now focusing on casual dining experiences. The Rausches’ latest offering, Local, uses only Colombian ingredients, while at Misia, Leonor Espinosa uses her grandmother’s recipes to recreate fritanga (fried street food) such as caramanola beef pasties and mole de queso (yam and cheese).

 It's time to re-visit Colombian fine dining.

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Guerrilla Marketing for startup

Guerrilla marketing is quite different from traditional marketing efforts. What marketers really enjoy about guerrilla marketing is its fairly low-cost nature. Instead of asking that you invest money, guerrilla marketing suggests you invest time, energy, imagination and knowledge. It is an unconventional way of performing marketing activities on a very low budget.

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Types of Guerrilla Marketing

We see a lot of successful campaigns, the reason because they serve a purpose, attract the audience and don't chase publicity. An offshoot of G-marketing is “Viral marketing”. It uses the latest in tech, costs almost nothing and has long-term benefits. (you see perfect for small budget campaigns). 

Below I have curated a list of case studies to show that guerrilla marketing doesn’t have to be expensive to be epic and visible.

# Foursquare – grew average check-ins from 250,000 to 350,000 with just chalk and rubber balls

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Foursquare didn’t have a booth like most other brands at the 2010 SXSW convention. Instead, it set up an actual game of “foursquare” in front of the convention hall, which involved just chalk and two rubber balls.                      The game drew thousands of walk-up participants.

# Tinder – grew from 5,000 to 15,000 users by seeding college parties

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Tinder’s early marketing strategy is very elaborate ( controversial), but the basic idea is that they personally invited friends to download the app, then visited the best “party colleges” and got attractive, influential figures on board, and the app took off.

# The GRAMMYS

To promote the nominees for its Album Of The Year category, the GRAMMYS music awards show created a video to show what would happen if posters for the nominated artists just began singing. (see the video)

#Pepsi- Nothing Official about it

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Pepsi’s “Nothing official about it” tagline for the 1986 cricket world cup. Coca-Cola had won the bidding war to be official sponsors but Pepsi had a secret weapon in the form of a great marketing.

We have enough resources internet, books that can help us discover smart guerrilla marketing tactics. In essence, though it says G-Marketing is ideal for small startups and the campaign should target human psychology. The success of G-Marketing depends upon who is using it. It’s a fact that like all man-made things Guerrilla tactics can backfire too. 

What do you think about Guerrilla Marketing? Let me know your thoughts in the comment section. Please Like and share. 

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Taking a Panasonic Lumix GH5 Equipped with a Guerrilla G-Cup for GH5 on a Brisk Walk Through Gloomy Sydney

intro text goes here Panasonic Lumix GH5 with Olympus M.Zuiko Digital ED 12-40mm f/2.8 Pro zoom lens with Breakthrough Photography X4 UV filter, and Guerrilla G-Cup for GH5 attached instead of the GH5’s supplied eyecup. text stillframes I made the footage from which these still frames are extracted with a Panasonic Lumix DC-GH5 Links Guerrilla – G-Cup (Panasonic GH5) Untitled: Stories of…

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Miller & Schneider, makers of rubber eyecups for the Panasonic GH3, GH4, Sony α7 series, Sony α9, Canon C100 and the Canon Cinema EOS series cameras, has rebranded itself as Guerrilla and is about to release its Guerrilla G-Cup for the Panasonic Lumix GH5. 

Guerrilla has kindly sent over a sample of the GH5 G-Cup and we will be giving it a good workout when a GH5 review loaner arrives soon. 

Meanwhile here is a gallery of photographs comparing the GH5 G-Cup with the G-Cup for the GH4 and GH3, with the popular Bluestar Viewfinder Eyecushion attached to each.

G-Cup for the GH5 and G-Cup for the GH4, with Bluestar Viewfinder Eyecushion

I reviewed the GH4’s G-Cup several years ago when looking for third party solutions to block our Australian laser beam sunlight out of the side of my eyes while shooting video in the great outdoors.

I found it to be a much better option than relying on the GH4’s default rubber eyecup and it worked especially well when wearing contact lenses with and without a Bluestar Viewfinder Eyecushion attached to the G-Cup.

The GH4 G-Cup produced variable results when swapping contact lenses for my usual spectacles corrected for near-sight and astigmatism, depending on the shape and size of the spectacles’ frames.

Rounder and smaller worked better, allowing better access to the view through the G-Cup than my more rectangular spectacle frames.

I would have loved to use the GH5 G-Cup when producing my initial review of the GH5 which arrived minus its own default eyecup, and am glad that Guerrilla is about to put its GH5 G-Cup on sale shortly.

Links

Color by LookLabs – Digital Film Stock – excellent set of 19 3D LUTs for log and Rec. 709 linear profile video, created from scans of actual Fuji and Kodak movie film stocks.

Guerrilla – G-Cup (Panasonic GH5) – not yet released but coming soon.

Skylum – Aurora 2018 – award Best App of 2019 by Apple.

Skylum – Luminar 2018

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Product photographs made with Panasonic Lumix DMC-GX8 camera with Panasonic Lumix G 25mm f/1.7 Aspheric lens and DMW-EC3 Eyecup as 3-bracket HDR images processed in Aurora HDR 2018 then Luminar 2018 using the Color by LookLabs Digital Film Stock Fuji Reala 500D 3D looks LUT.

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Guerrilla G-Cup for Panasonic Lumix GH5 Released, Arrives for Tryout and Review Miller & Schneider, makers of rubber eyecups for the Panasonic GH3, GH4, Sony α7 series, Sony α9, Canon C100 and the Canon Cinema EOS series cameras, has rebranded itself as…