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This shot has an interesting perspective, showing the batter to the left in front of the fence, and the spectator on the right behind the fence. There's some symmetry here, even though the main subject is on the left
1st st., Douglas (WY). Being on the ground with the wide angle made proportions between the sign, the photographer and the train interesting.
...aerial perspective refers to the effect the atmosphere has on the appearance of an object as it is viewed from a distance. As the distance between an object and a viewer increases, the contrast between the object and its background decreases, and the contrast of any markings or details within the object also decreases. The colours of the object also become less saturated and shift towards the background color, which is usually blue, but under some conditions may be some other color (for example, at sunrise or sunset distant colors may shift towards red).
-Wikipedia
Festival Perspectives 2024 / Programm-Heft
Cover: Foto von Jona Harnischmacher (Sawdust Symphony)
Design: Bureau Stabil
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Saxophonist Steve Grossman's Perspective is an excellent case in point. Released in 1979 on Atlantic, this set features the great tenor saxophonist in an electric setting with some killer sidemen including guitarist Buzzy Feiten, bassist Mark Egan, pianist Onaje Allan Gumbs, drummer Steve Jordan, percussionists Sammy Figueroa, and Raphael Cruz. Guest players include the great Japanese pianist Masabumi Kikuchi, drummer Victor Lewis, guitarist Barry Finnerty, bassist Marcus Miller, and drummer Lenny White, to mention a few.
Steve Grossman - Perspective
Label: Atlantic – ATL 50 611
Format: Vinyl, LP, Album
Country: Germany
Released: 1979
Genre: Jazz
Style: Fusion
Tracklist
A1Creepin'
A2Arfonk
A3Pastel
A4The Crunchies
B1Olha Graciela
B2King Tut
B3Katonah
Credits
Bass - Marcus Miller (tracks: A1, A2, A4), Mark Egan
Congas - Sammy Figueroa
Drums – Steve Jordan, Victor V. Lewis (tracks: A1, A4, B2)
Drums, Bongos - Lenny White (tracks: A2)
Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar - Barry Finnerty (tracks: B3), Howard"Bugzy"Feiten
Percussion - Raphael Cruz
Piano [Acoustic, Fender Rhodes] - Onaje Allan Gumbs
Piano [Acoustic] - Masabumi Kikuchi (tracks: A3)
Soprano Saxophone, Tenor Saxophone - Steve Grossman
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this is not really terribly flattering to anybody, but i really like how the wide angle lens (yes, it's another experiment with that bad boy) sends the trail of flowers down melanie's face, leading the eye to kelli's cleavage - which, ironically enough, the wide angle lens is also making look less impressive than reality.
Week 5 - extreme perspective photography task.
Middlesex University: Product Design and Engineering first year undergraduates...
With a mini tripod, one can set it on the ground to get a fresh low perspective.
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Visitors in front of Kurt Nahars installation
Rotterdam, Paramaribo Perspectives
(Photo: Marieke Visser, 2010)
I have been wanting to get a good image of this church for a long time now. It really does look like an upside-down church. I waited until the sun was more or less on one side, and took this image.
My pix on the op-ed page of the Times-Picayune! Note that these pix appeared on Flickr first, and then in the newspaper. Read more here:
Nearly every day for two years, I rode a bus through this area on my way to work. I remember that first time I rode it, anxiously looking outside the window, trying to recognize landmarks that I had seen the day before, trying to remember when exactly I was supposed to stop the bus and where exactly the school I was supposed to teach at was. I was frightened and in a state of panic, as the high of Tokyo began to wane and the cruel barbs of reality began to set in. A realization suddenly dawned upon me, that I was in an unfamiliar land, essentially alone and unable to ask for assistance with any semblance of convenience or reliability. The journey had barely started, and thoughts of defeat had already begun to exhibit.
Then after another row of houses familiar in their uniformity, the bus turned the corner and I saw the water. I'm not sure if beautiful is the word that I would use to describe it, and I'm not sure I was even capable of waxing romantic given the state of mind I was in, but it was nonetheless comforting in a quiet way. Having lived near the ocean nearly my entire life, it was like seeing a familiar face, an old friend willing to offer guidance without my even having to ask for it.
But then, like some ill-fated friendships, familiarity breeds a certain malignant monotony, such that despite the joyous occasions shared, things have simply and horrifically grown boring. Each bus ride to work, each repetition of the grindstone stripped away the last remnants of enjoyment until all that was left was the dull sensation of the mundane. What’s really sad is that what we thought was once so magnificent still is, we just sort of forgot about it.
What existed in the past would then be abandoned for an uncertain future, but at least uncertainty is more exciting than routine. Then, without even realizing it, it’s gone. For some people, all that remains is but a memory, one that inspires unsatisfying thoughts about possibilities, of stillborn futures that will never experience the merriment the imagination imbued into it.
Some people don’t even care.
But if memories call to you, I say listen. At worst, you torment yourself for a while, but maybe the pain of lost potential will motivate you to do something about it, maybe it doesn’t have to just be a memory, but a seed for new memories to be made. Much like the shot, taken near the end of my time in Japan, when my life there had well entrenched itself into a tepid comfort zone, all it takes is a little perspective to continue the tale shared between old friends.
Here’s to the memory of lost friends, in hopes that more will be added again someday.