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i have always been a person on the fringe,
not quite in the thick of things,
but present nonetheless.
i realized today that this is reflected
in many aspects of my life,
and is quite obvious in my photography.
most often i accept this,
other times i am despondent.
i have come to realize that to be aware
is sometimes enough.
The steam heating boiler is obviously working well as A353 waits departure from Thessaloniki with train 727 the 17.38 to Kozani.
Day Thirty, it's a Nowhere Day. My office is in the big building on the background. It's large and new, but all around it it's just junk. This is the Periphery, our Nowhere.
365+1 Day of NEX-7 project
periphery
#mysterious #macromondays #mm #hmm #withmytamron #periphery
As usual, I started shooting totally different subjects, then came across something completley different to shoot. periphery is simply the side of a torch lighter at 1:1 lifesize. I shot other aspects of this lighter, got some neat frames. However, this comp has more of my compositional sensibilities.
I had several comps to choose from: white disc in focus, disc completely oof, surface flat and everything in focus, and of course the above submitted frame. The just out-of-focus white disc appealed to me. It's dreamlike mystery, just outside of one's periphery...
I like it a lot.
Canon EOS M2
Fotodiox Pro adapter
Tamron 60mm f/2 macro
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This is a detail of a painting by Diego RodrÃguez de Velázquez in the Art Institute of Chicago. It just occurred to me that the gestural expression of her head is similar to the the photowork of Temma that I posted a couple days ago. More significant is the similar way in which that turning of the head seems to imply both an internal reflection and a recognition of something on the periphery. There is a another, very similar painting by Velázquez that includes a scene in the background on the left of the supper at Emmaus. That subject seems to imply that the young woman's gesture is one of recognizing who it is that is at the table. The composition of this painting echoes the structure of Las hilanderas by placing those who would typically be regarded as of marginal importance as the primary subject in relation to the "important" subject which is relegated to a room in the background. These works are among many in which this court painter made a central (if sometimes subtle) subject of regarding those on the periphery; thus posing questions to the conventions of pictorial hierarchy of the day.
The impact, more than its inspiration, happened during a visit for an exam eye. A looping horror story played in the waiting room showing the cause and effects for vision impairnents.
A woman was escorted out of the building. She is captured center frame, but the discourse of images from the video show a large black circle for extreme vision disease spilled its lesson into the possibility of limited seeing.
I wonder why I am fascinated with backlight and silhouettes. I am thankful for a good eye exam report, but this delivery of high key makes for exposure, but also appreciation for things passing along the edges of periphery in shadow.
An inception for capture began with the concept of things under exposed, and the things we desire to expose, to elicit and pronounce an overexposure in exhibition for self-aggrandizement, and critical sharing to render flaws and repetition of things seen, and unseen, that we choose to covet from the Periphery.
Maybe the high key and silhouette are more similar than dissimilars by the act to squint. To squint, and look at a scene reveals its design in form. A silhouette, with light at its edges highlights form, to close our iris, and open understanding of applied meaning from the intended meaning. Or perhaps, maybe we squint as a physical act of reducing light for acuity in seeing, while selecting what shapes to register (and distinguish) as responsibility from fault of expecting and assuming what we see, from what we've seen.
It's the periphery that holds agreement as fleeting, while also an important element to support meaning inside a fully conceived and unhindered graphic expected to remain the standard for placement and carriage for impact of meaning.
I think I will consider a nap for my next visit to the eye doctor.
The young woman in this photo is reading a book titled Happy Accidents, by Jane Lynch -- known to many for the "Sue Sylvester" character she has played on the TV show "Glee" for several seasons...
I can't tell what the woman thinks of Ms. Lynch's book. I suppose I should have asked her, but I didn't want to interrupt. Actually, to be honest, I had no interest at all in what she was reading -- I just thought that the arrangement of lines and angles was interesting, and I was also intrigued that she had found an isolated little corner in which to do her reading. So I left her in peace...
If you would like to know more about the book, here's a URL link to the Amazon page:
As for Ms. Lynch, the Internet reliably (?) reports that she attended Cornell University, is 6 feet tall, and was worth $10 million in 2015. I have no idea whether any of that information is accurate or true ...
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As I have noted in several earlier Flickr albums, as long as I continue going to the same NYC dentist, you can count on two or three sets of photos of Bryant Park each year. The reason is simple: my dentist is located in mid-town Manhattan, about a block from the park — and when I'm done, I'm always tempted to walk over and see how the park looks. Consequently, I've collected almost a dozen separate sets of Bryant Park photos, which you can see summarized here on Flickr. (At least one or two of those other sets will provide you with the historical details of the park; or you can look it up here on Wikipedia.)
In mid-June of 2015, I took another stroll through the park, not having been there for almost two years. I wandered mostly around the periphery of the park, looking for interesting scenes to capture with the Sony RX-1R camera whose results I'm showing in this album, and also a Sony RX-10 camera whose results you'll see in a separate album in a couple days. I locked the camera into a wide-angle setting and a fixed f/8 aperture, and I just pointed the camera in the general direction of an interesting scene, and pushed the shutter button. Of the several hundred shots that I took during these strolls, there were a handful that seemed worthy of uploading; that's what you'll be seeing in this set and the next one. All of this took roughly an hour, at the end of which I put away my camera, and headed back uptown, content that my teeth would survive for another several months...
Hi everyone - I just tried to add my name to this photo in Aviary and for some reason it has taken my photo off and says it is no longer available - I have been having trouble with Aviary for a few days now :-( I will be absent from Flickr for a few days so hopefully problems will be resolved by then - enjoy the rest of your week everyone :-)
Managed to replace the photo without losing my faves and comments thank goodness :-)
Walking in The Periphery.
© Gianni Paolo Ziliani Street Photographer.
(i-Phone Photo).
I always try the sound of real life, for understand myself.
On the periphery of Katwaria Sarai village’s main parking lot is a large tomb. Like many other tombs in this part of Delhi, this too houses an unknown occupant – one whose grave seems to have long disappeared. The tomb is from the Lodi period. With the arched panels and niches decorating its façade and the stone dome which rises from a sixteen-sided drum, the tomb would have once been impressive. Now, unfortunately, it has been reduced to being a gateway. Of the four arched doorways that would originally have opened on to the cardinal directions, two have been bricked up because of new neighbouring buildings. The other two doorways form a convenient passage through the village allowing the tomb to be used as a storeroom for odds and ends.
Source WMF.
Drakolimni (= Dragon lake) is the name of several alpine or sub-alpine lakes in northwestern Greece Epirus periphery. According to local folktales the lakes used to be inhabited by dragons that fought each other by throwing pines and rocks and thus created the peculiar landscape and gave their names to the lakes. Drakolimni of Tymfi resides at an altitude of 2100m above sea level, on the mountain range of Tymfi and is inhabited by a species of alpine newt, called drakakia by the locals. According to local sources, the newts' resemblance to small dragons gives the lake its distinctive name.
…and this was my most difficult capture to get. Not to capture, but to reach that sliver of paradise we had to go through a kind of hell. To set things straight, when I say WE I mean WE. Most people traveling light, with only their clothes in their backpacks or with no backpacks at all reach that place in 5 hours of fairly easy uphill track (or even less, we met people that jogged that track just for fun). Well, let me give you the version of two mildly to seriously out of shape and heavily packed photographers carrying with them all of their photographic equipment (to talk with numbers that’s translated to 25 kilos for male photographer *KirlianCamera and 15 kilos for female photographer me –that’s just a little less than one third of my weight)...
Alarm clock set at 7.30 am, arrival at the nearest village at 9.00am. We saddle up and start walking. First half hour is a mere torture to me as what starts as a merely annoying pain at my right shoulder becomes a stab real fast. I keep fumbling and messing with my backback straps, tightening some and loosening up some until I find a comfortable combination at last. We carry on panting laboriously, tongues lolling out of our mouths; we do innumerable stops to catch our breath and I use each of these stops to munch enthusiastically through our supplies of food not because I’m hungry but because I want to lighten up my burden. Fortunately at some point the carbohydrates I have consumed kick in and I feel much better, find a reasonable pace and 6 hours later we reach the refuge and collapse on the front porch unable to shoo away the horses that come to greet us, sniff, lick and nibble at our bags. After a hot drink and a tasty dinner we sleep like logs.
That was not the end, the lake still lay ahead of us and we set off to explore it and time ourselves on the next morning. Stop clock verdict: 2 hours. Which means that since we want a sunrise at the land of the dragons we wake up at 3.30am, leave by 4.00 am, snow sparkling like diamond dust under our headlights, moon shining behind the peak of Astraka, mildly worried about wolves and bears waiting for their nicely wrapped up in isothermal clothes take-away breakfast. We reach the lake in our usual, unbecoming fashion (panting laboriously, tongues hanging out of our mouths etc etc) just in time to catch the first light touching the peaks before it was snuffed out by a heavy cloud right behind us.
Do I dare do it again? H E L L, Y E S!!!