Beware the Fog
I read a science fiction short story years ago about fog and parallel universes. In the story, fog happened when alternate dimensions overlapped, where reality began to blur. And going out into the fog was dangerous, because you could end up in a world that wasn't your own. It was scary.
The world changes so fast now that much of the stuff of the science fiction of my youth is either realized or surpassed. Who got Apple right? Who predicted iPhones and digital cameras and Skype? Not Asimov, not Heinlein.
Alien technology and alternate worlds! Well pardon me if Photoshop isn't something right out of science fiction. And like the robots in Westworld, sometimes the renderings go a bit funny. Like right here. The young lady has stepped into the fog. She's coming in from another dimension. She's exiting into a different world. And she's here. The software, by accident, is showing us more than expected. For all that, we don't know where she's come from, we don't know where she is going.
There's no photo that tells the whole story. We only ever get part of it. We have to chose where to point our cameras, which little rectangular window we will expose. Having good composition skills means you can work in that little rectangle, in that little cage. That's fine, but it is not reality. It's a stylized art form. It has as much to do with the visual world as a haiku has to do with all of human speech, of all of sound.
No pixel jockey moi, I play with Photoshop. I wield that mighty tool crudely. I stack my bee shots as prettily as anyone can. But once I am out of doors, I attack the landscape with scattershot frenzy. I could slow down, take a deep breath, and be methodical. I could be tidy. But I don't. I push in to the space with my camera, pressing into it, capturing it as a move through it. The results are bizarre. I've cropped this one to fit the standard rectangular format, but I often leave them ragged. Those ragged edges are another form of visual information for the viewer. But even then, even left whole, they are only part of the story, part of the picture.
Same as every photograph that was ever taken this is a slice of time, a fragment of the space, a piece of a whole, a part of the full picture.
ODC part of the full picture
100 Pictures: 3. fog
1. Words: Coffee at JoJo's with Cliff
2. feathered: saddle feathers with chicken-wire shadow
3. fog: Beware the Fog
4. critter
5. butterflys/bees
6. curve(s)
7. eyes
8. fireworks/fire
9. culture
10. hidden
11. architecture
12. light
13. dark
14. perspective
15. roadscapes (road/streets)
16. landscape
17. season
18. still life
19. ungulates (hooved animal)
20. water
21. window(s)
22. sun
23. movement
24. food
25. equipment
26. sport
27. sky
28. bench
29. machinary
30. flag
31. flight
32. celebration
33. color
34. fence
35. love
36. collection
37. flower/rose(s)
38. b&w
39. close up/macro
40. expression
41. pet
42. youth
43. symmetry
44. book(s)
45. happiness
46. vintage
47. bokeh
48. depth of field
49. out of place
50. camera
51. weird
52. shadow
53. broken
54. fave thing/place
55. hair
56. instrument
57. apple
58. shape(s)
59. amphibian
60. sweets
61. cold
62. hot
63. lock/keyhole
64. high
65. empty
66. time
67. distance
68. smell
69. rock(y)
70. portrait
71. vacation/travel
72. candid
73. hand
74. feet
75. sepia
76. artsy
77. public place
78. steps/stairs
79. bridge
80. horizon
81. gate
82. vine(s)
83. beauty
84. balloons
85. forms in nature
86. column(s)
87. doors/doorknob(s)
88. neon sign
89. porch
90. reflection
91. swing(s)
92. barn(s)
93. looking up
94. looking down
95. railroad anything
96. entropy
97. stranger
98. park/campground
99. around my yard
100. hobby
Beware the Fog
I read a science fiction short story years ago about fog and parallel universes. In the story, fog happened when alternate dimensions overlapped, where reality began to blur. And going out into the fog was dangerous, because you could end up in a world that wasn't your own. It was scary.
The world changes so fast now that much of the stuff of the science fiction of my youth is either realized or surpassed. Who got Apple right? Who predicted iPhones and digital cameras and Skype? Not Asimov, not Heinlein.
Alien technology and alternate worlds! Well pardon me if Photoshop isn't something right out of science fiction. And like the robots in Westworld, sometimes the renderings go a bit funny. Like right here. The young lady has stepped into the fog. She's coming in from another dimension. She's exiting into a different world. And she's here. The software, by accident, is showing us more than expected. For all that, we don't know where she's come from, we don't know where she is going.
There's no photo that tells the whole story. We only ever get part of it. We have to chose where to point our cameras, which little rectangular window we will expose. Having good composition skills means you can work in that little rectangle, in that little cage. That's fine, but it is not reality. It's a stylized art form. It has as much to do with the visual world as a haiku has to do with all of human speech, of all of sound.
No pixel jockey moi, I play with Photoshop. I wield that mighty tool crudely. I stack my bee shots as prettily as anyone can. But once I am out of doors, I attack the landscape with scattershot frenzy. I could slow down, take a deep breath, and be methodical. I could be tidy. But I don't. I push in to the space with my camera, pressing into it, capturing it as a move through it. The results are bizarre. I've cropped this one to fit the standard rectangular format, but I often leave them ragged. Those ragged edges are another form of visual information for the viewer. But even then, even left whole, they are only part of the story, part of the picture.
Same as every photograph that was ever taken this is a slice of time, a fragment of the space, a piece of a whole, a part of the full picture.
ODC part of the full picture
100 Pictures: 3. fog
1. Words: Coffee at JoJo's with Cliff
2. feathered: saddle feathers with chicken-wire shadow
3. fog: Beware the Fog
4. critter
5. butterflys/bees
6. curve(s)
7. eyes
8. fireworks/fire
9. culture
10. hidden
11. architecture
12. light
13. dark
14. perspective
15. roadscapes (road/streets)
16. landscape
17. season
18. still life
19. ungulates (hooved animal)
20. water
21. window(s)
22. sun
23. movement
24. food
25. equipment
26. sport
27. sky
28. bench
29. machinary
30. flag
31. flight
32. celebration
33. color
34. fence
35. love
36. collection
37. flower/rose(s)
38. b&w
39. close up/macro
40. expression
41. pet
42. youth
43. symmetry
44. book(s)
45. happiness
46. vintage
47. bokeh
48. depth of field
49. out of place
50. camera
51. weird
52. shadow
53. broken
54. fave thing/place
55. hair
56. instrument
57. apple
58. shape(s)
59. amphibian
60. sweets
61. cold
62. hot
63. lock/keyhole
64. high
65. empty
66. time
67. distance
68. smell
69. rock(y)
70. portrait
71. vacation/travel
72. candid
73. hand
74. feet
75. sepia
76. artsy
77. public place
78. steps/stairs
79. bridge
80. horizon
81. gate
82. vine(s)
83. beauty
84. balloons
85. forms in nature
86. column(s)
87. doors/doorknob(s)
88. neon sign
89. porch
90. reflection
91. swing(s)
92. barn(s)
93. looking up
94. looking down
95. railroad anything
96. entropy
97. stranger
98. park/campground
99. around my yard
100. hobby