Showing posts with label Muse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Muse. Show all posts

5/08/2014

Another place

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::  flight miracle  ::

Although there may be long stretches of time between blog posts,
it's rare a day goes by when I don't fiddle with photographs ...
either taking them or playing with them;
editing & stacking apps, playing with effects, layering textures,
double exposures ... on and on it goes.

True confession:
I have absolutely, unreservedly,
fallen under the spell of iPhoneography.
[digital photography with a smartphone]

At this moment
there's a wee bit of a backlog of images piling up
and I've been noticing a lot of folks
sharing similar mobile photography interests
who I want
to be in touch with ...
I love learning from them and I love to see how
they're translating their world.


::  what memories might look like stitched into cloth  ::


To that end
there's a new link over in the sidebar

::  INSTAGRAM  ::

won't you join me?


::  dreams of summer  ::


My intention is to build a library of images over there,
a collection of edits that won't necessarily appear here ...
experiments, new translations of old subject matter,
and a whole bunch of explorations
into the wide unknown.
There will undoubtedly be dogs,
beads,
dye pots,
 views around my hood,
and elsewhere this summer.

I'll be hash tagging the apps I use, to keep record
and also to share the work process
because some of my fondest successes have come from
following the footsteps of others who've shared theirs.
Wanna keep that circle going ...

I may not always have a lot of words,
but I'm never short of a picture or two.




6/28/2013

Finding the silver lining

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All these many years later and I still remember something I heard
as a young student of photography ... 
Ansel Adams used to say - and I can't recall his exact words - that whatever you are focusing on,
 turn around, because the best picture might be what is behind you.

I still put those words into practice to this day
and that's what happened with this photo.
Riding the ferry, shooting the landscape from a rain spattered window
on an almost-empty passenger deck ... I turned around in my seat
and saw this sky.
Like I've done many times before, I thanked him and snapped this rear view.

And then I chuckled,
wondering what Ansel would have done with a phone camera.

:::

You don't make a photograph just with a camera.
You bring to the act of photography
all the pictures you have seen,
the books you have read,
the music you have heard,
the people you have loved.

~ Ansel Adams ~

:::


Linking with 'Friday Finds' over at Kim's place





6/04/2013

2/04/2010

Muse at sunrise...

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Every now and then, my muse goes missing.   Then, for no apparent reason, one morning I will wake up and there she is again. Where does she go?  Why am I so listless when she's away?  How is it that I can know instantly when she is back?   Because suddenly my day will have more color and my step takes on a different cadence.  Pestering thoughts get pushed to the background and I find that I am only looking forward...

The Muse at Sunrise, 1918
Alphonse Osbert