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Devils Tower is a butte of igneous rock in the Black Hills of northeastern Wyoming. It is 867 ft (264 m) from the base to the summit. The name originated in 1875 during an expedition led by Colonel Richard Irving Dodge, when his interpreter reportedly misinterpreted a Native American name to mean "Bad God's Tower". For Native American tribes, Devils Tower is a sacred place. It appears in oral histories and narratives, and is also known by multiple ancient names.
part of a mural ... in Downtown-Vancouver.
Ola Volo is a Kazakh Canadian artist, best known as a public muralist. Her style blends aspects of Eastern European folk art with a focus on pattern and narrative to depict fantasy scenes.
To all a very good Sunday.
Narrative. Narrative! NARRATIVE!
I went for a walk in nature recently and came across a man shouting Narrative! Narrative! Narrative!
I enquired as to what was distressing him so.
His dog had run away from him and wouldn't come back.
I enquired why he was shouting "Narrative!". It turned out that was the name of his dog.
I pointed out that he had lost control of his own narrative...
He seemed less than pleased.
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Why? Why do we photograph what we photograph?
Why this shot? Not formally a street photo. Not necessarily compelling. No ethereal essence nor poetic stillness.
A seemingly innocuous everyday scene, but with a hyper-real sense of unease. An unwritten story, then asking the viewer to complete the narrative.
The premise and intent was to actively search out a banal unfolding narrative and stop it with my camera.
Not by accident, but rather an active conceptual process.
The assignment that I am working on is narrative. Please let me know what you think. I have looked at it for so long now that my brain is totally frazzled and I feel totally incapable of coherent thoughts.
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A created thing is never invented and it is never true: it is always and ever itself.
Federico Fellini
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Ian Potter Gallery staircase
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The series is dedicated to the Independence Day of Ukraine
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I think I got the Ansco Color Clipper about ten years ago. I haven't "seriously" shot with it in a few years, but I brought it along with me this past weekend.
I'll probably shoot more with it this season. I'm not really sure of its purpose just yet, but I'll find one. Or I won't, and that's fine too.
This was taken in the early morning inside Yakima Canyon. I also shot a similar scene with the RB67, but it didn't work out so well.
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'Existing Narrative'
Camera: Ansco Color Clipper
Film: Vericolor III; x-04/1996
Process: DIY ECN-2
Washington
April 2024
i sat with them, though not really. two men, basking in the spill of midday sun, locked in a timeless ritual—exchange. the crumbling stone of palma watched on, silent and stern. the beard punctuated the air with gestures, while the can of soda burned red like a thread through their banter. below, a painted shadow slipped between newsprint columns, anchoring them to the everyday. here, the sacred and the ordinary blend—words, walls, and a whisper of history folded into the folds of conversation.
I photographed this street vendor January 7th 2016. I was amused at the variety of pop culture now 'vintage'.. oddly Davie Bowie died 2 days later.. it is poignant and culturally interesting that he was 'vintage' while still alive.. I found this particularly fascinating given the random, component elements unwittingly arranged in the bins
This simple set of horns will be available at The Narrative event for 100L, opening August 1st at noon :)
Taxi - Coming soon
More playing around with light and shadow, no solid narrative here but just experimenting. Kinda frustrating because I'm impatient to get a finished pic out of this but there's interesting effects here and camera angles that I can refer to for other shots later on. Little bits that I can say "Oh I like how those stairs look from this angle" or "That tone for the sky would be useful for X".
This shot is particular is making me think of de Chirico's paintings: long diagonal shadows, empty streets, dark skies, etc.
Another from yesterday. I almost walked past it, but then I noticed this strange sort of narrative going on.
Nikon Z6, Tamron 90mm Macro Lens
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Over the past year or so I have noticed how the cultural narrative around seasons can alter our perception of them, effectively blinding us to what’s right in front of our noses.
For a long time, based on the cultural narrative I grew up with, I thought “spring and summer = flowers,” while “autumn = falling leaves” and “winter = snow and dead trees.” Even though I sometimes noticed flora during the colder months, I didn’t have an eager expectation to see these plants as I did with those of the spring and summer, and so I saw less of them, as I wasn’t actively seeking them out, or even casually attuned to perceiving them. When I would go outside in the winter, my eyes fixed to the landscape as a whole, casting a definition of pure dormancy upon it. It was all barren branches, fallen leaves, and icy snow – nothing much to see, or so I thought.
This mentality led to many beautiful plants going unnoticed by me – rare, important plants, plants thriving during the time of the year when catching a glimpse of color is most revitalizing. Finding these plants among the monochromes of decay is a particularly commanding experience. Like spotlights on an empty stage, they call one’s focus forward, challenging our notions about seasons, survivability, and life itself.
These plants show us that a season may not be what we think it is at first glance. They invite us to look closer and appreciate the subtleties of the natural world, promising treasure if we do so. In close observation of nature during the cold seasons, we can feel inspired by the adaptations that have allowed certain plants to sustain their form in harsh conditions, and feel grateful for their clear proof that life never fully leaves the landscape. We may technically know that the quiet winter trees are merely in hibernation and will bloom again come spring, but cold-resistant plants are clear evidence that life in nature never truly ends.