“how to make that three–dimensional world become two–dimensional.”
That, and those fascinating triptychs.
Artist presentation, ~20min.
Even if I still do, occasionally, it doesn’t make much sense bringing the Fuji anywhere anymore. It may work half–ok–ish, for a while, but more likely it won’t. The procedure goes something like this:
Then it’s time to:
and then it may come back to its usual self, for a moment or two. And it may not. Even when it does it won’t last for long.
We had a good run together. That was a pun because in fact we had plenty. But bloody hell I miss it.
If only it was failing like that other camera, from the previous post, ..
I should be selling my own photography equipment but this time it’s my daughter’s camera that’s on its way to the local classfieds site. Or the auction site, depending on where it’s likely to fetch a good price.
First I had to make sure everything works as it should so I took it to the local mountain. Looks promising.
By the way, the 30mm Sigma is quite alright and won’t go with it. Oh, and april has no colours.
..the squares are the ones from New Landscapes that resonate nowadays—long before that it was the squares from the square camera that,.. well—wanted to resonate but never quite got there.
Still staring at old photographs. These from 2006, made with good help from the Voigtlander Perkeo II.
Speaking of the Perkeo. How lovely it would be to be able to find a replacement bellows for it. Or better yet, a DIY repair solution. On to the search engine then, I feel it’s been sitting in a drawer for long enough now.
That’s not to say that working in clear–cuts has been easy. So much effort has had to go to trying not to do certain things. Not to use the sky, on those rare occasions when there is one here in the Nortwest, to rescue the land. Not to be seduced into celebrating the power of men and machines, which can have a Satanic beauty and heroism about it. And not to aestheticize the carnage.
Robert Adams, Along Some Rivers
Looking at this set of photos. As an exercise in how to choose a subject, which ones to walk past, what angles to consider photographing from, distance, height. That sort..
They’re from almost a decade ago, the photographs, taken with a wide angle zoom that can’t be moved (as in up or down or sideways), probably with the lens taped to a fixed focal length. I deleted a few photos from the set, prematurely, in hindsight I should have kept them, as part of the study. Not that there aren’t plenty of Move on, nothing to see here frames left.
It’s hard to put my finger on what excactly I feel I’m gaining from revisiting old sets like this. Sure it’s possible to have an objective (as far as that goes which isn’t very far) look at the photos, the where and how and such, but perhaps it’s mostly about the shifted perspective, in the time passed between then and now.
One thing I vaguely do recall from the time is thinking this is something, while somehow knowing that it wasn’t. The photographs I mean. Looking at them now I do see a couple that are ok. And quite a few worthy of walking past. Don’t care much for the editing though, but that can be fixed.
When we contemplate the whole Globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with islands and continents, flying through space with all the other stars, all singing and shining together as one, the whole Universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty. This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere. The dew is never all dried at once. A shower is forever falling; Vapour forever rising. Eternal sunrise, Eternal sunset, Eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn as the round Earth rolls.
via Fiona Steel, on IG.
Been playing mind games recently, with ifs in them. Like what I would photograph if the situation was different, and access and opportunities allowed it. That sort. Different themes. No limits. Like so.. (in no particular order, none of this)
When I was a kid I delivered the newspaper. Once a month I walked the route, just after dinner time, collecting the subscription fee. One of the subscriber scared me, he didn’t seem like normal people, in the eyes of me as a twelve year old. Afraid I had a fairly strict view on who qualified as normal back then. Anyway, it would be interesting to see him again, perhaps as his portrait, made by twelve year old me. Rather than tracking him down, knocking on his door and say “Hi I’m the kid you scared in the early eighties, can I take your photograph now please?” Besides, given how I’m no teenager any more he would be a very old man by now, if he is still alive.
Also quite a few years ago, although not as many, I met the eyes of a woman on a bus. I wonder what she’s up to these days. If she’s well, still able to take the bus, still living in her house, or apartment. If she had one to begin with.
I sometimes wonder who they are, the people who made the music Spotify plays for me. Today Miranda Lambert’s name turned up, at Spotify, and although I’m not particularly interested in celebrities* I would like to do her portrait. And while on the topic of celebs, Damien Rice too. The fact that both are musicians is probably not a coincidence. It has to do with resonance, strike probably.
*I mean, nothing about their status as a celebrity (whatever that means) is of particular interest. Besides, for one celeb there are, say, thousands of non–celebs, most likely equally interesting persons, if not more. The fact that their music sometimes or often resonates is, however. Interesting that is, and by extension, makes the people who made it, the music, interesting.
A few fellow photographers, people I have seldom or never met and only spoken to over the www. A good chance nothing good were to come out of it but certainly worth an attempt.
[edited] Coming to think of it it’s a little sad to even say such a thing, people from the internet. Something to think about I guess.
I played basketball in my teens. Often think about a couple of the guys on the team. Wonder what they’re up to, how their lives have been. How their lives were back then. Maybe it’s more about looking them in the eyes and say hi, than take their portrait. Maybe not.
A man who is no longer alive. Further details not yet available.
An ex–girlfriend of mine, one who inspired me, plenty. Say that again, in capital letters. Afraid I had the opposite influence on her. Wonder if this line is painfully embarrassing and if I should strike it before clicking the publish button.
Some of those but not all I would like to do while having a healthy discussion about our greatest shame.
Really, is building worthy of a headline? I’m sure that there have been some but being a landscape photographer**, a building is nothing more than a component in the landscape. Like a cliff. Or a bunch of trees. Not the landscape itself. Wonder what I’ll think of this sentence a week from now. Probably not much.
Not all of these point are equally un–obtainable. So, feed them into a spreadsheet, rate, label and figure out what within reach and what isn’t? What’s more important than not? Hmm..
Here is a Flickr group that never got the traction it deserved.
It isn’t mine, the theme just resonated heavily so at some point I poured images into it.
With a beautiful title like that I don’t think it should just sit there and be forgotten. Help me out, Flickr people?