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pinhole camera RealitySoSubtle 6x6, film Lomography CN 100 selfdeveloped in Tetenal C-41, scanned with Epson V800/Silverfast using Digitaliza 120 Film Scanning Mask
Nature is such a dominant force. The metal pylons were replaced after winter when ice tore them from deep footings and bent them like toothpics.
Archive shot : Kate, in a field just outside Buntingford, Hertfordshire - 28th May 2001.
(Taken with my old Fuji MX-2700 (R.I.P.) )
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Power pylons in the countryside between Taylor and Hutto, Texas. They remind me of some creature from Dr Who.
July 2021 - Unseen 2021
in camera double exposure of a nice pylon, I want to explore double exposures more this year, maybe with film too as it's a lot of fun.
this is part of unseen 2021, my annual look back through the year via pictures that did not make it to Flickr the first time around
This pylon is next to the marina at Seabrook/Kemah, Texas, on Galveston Bay. It is part of the same transmission line shown here: www.flickr.com/photos/101440531@N06/29090748311/in/datepo..., but looking in the other direction. For telegraph tuesdays.
I couldn't decide if I preferred the warm processing or the cool processing (see other photo) - which do you prefer?
It was as if they were making a final sprint, starting at the Rokin, going past Madame Tussauds. Suddenly, there they were, laughing, in the center of Dam Square with their bright red Public Bikes. She was a gorgeous young woman, her hair in complete disarray, with an indescribably beautiful, captivating look in her eye. He had a triumphant grin on his face, as if they had just experienced the greatest sensation of the century.
Sometimes you just know right away.
I walked over to them and almost intuitively asked her if I could take his picture. This way, he simply could not refuse, if he had wanted to. She beamed even more radiantly.
Earlier that evening I nearly fell, slipping on the wilted flowers still covering the ground more than a week after Remembrance Day. The same thing nearly happened to this limber man as he approached the Pylon. A bit later he told me where he was from. The southern island that was literally being flooded with boat refugees, the land of Godfathers who had, until very recently, determined for themselves who was welcome and who was not…
And now, this Amsterdam…
Today, it was impossible not to smile.
From a distance, his wife gave a friendly wave as he caught up with her.
From the ongoing series “Pylon Portraits”:
Strolling through the heart of Amsterdam. Past many strangers. Shoulder to shoulder. Masses. I wonder if they are foreigners, locals, or maybe even people from my own town, or region? People with their own personal life stories, with fascinating social and cultural backgrounds. Are they affected by domestic or even political turmoil? Have they fled from something or someone to get here? Are they catching their breath, for a brief moment experiencing the pleasures of democracy and peace, looking for love and understanding?
I feel the need to speak with some of these strangers and get a taste of their personalities and histories. But what would we gain from a quick exchange of words, or even a couple of brief conversations? There is so much to tell. So much to be said. Where do you start? I have decided to leave the words for what they are. Instead, I ask people if I can take their portrait. I am always looking for striking personalities, people who stand out to me in a remarkable way, making me wonder who they are. Intriguing and perhaps even a bit mystical. This is an ongoing and personal project where I am attempting to capture glimpses of unique character and beauty. The people I portray don’t have to be “pretty” according to Western standards, and I don’t ask them to pose either. Their beauty is in their vitality, their personality, and in the look in their eye. Their age, gender, and origin don’t matter. The strangers I portray receive their picture by email. Even though I often get to know their names and ethnical backgrounds, I don’t feel the need to mention these things. Taiwan or China, Peru or Luxemburg, what does it really matter when it comes to their vitality and spirit? The place I ask them to stand when I take their picture, the step in front of the Pylon of the National Monument on Dam Square, is our porous symbol of resistance, liberation, peace, and new life.
July 2021 - Unseen 2021
in camera double exposure of a nice pylon, I want to explore double exposures more this year, maybe with film too as it's a lot of fun.
this is part of unseen 2021, my annual look back through the year via pictures that did not make it to Flickr the first time around
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Out with ianbartlett for a 12 mile circular walk from Hooe church to Wartling church ... the long way round, as the 2 churches are only about a mile and a half apart.
Thought this would do for the 365 treasure hunt, number 27 Energy.