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A flower stem toppled over in the breeze and in the process of drying and breaking down. It seemed to have warm colours as though it had absorbed what it needed of the summer. 2 inches from the visible stem the the seed head ends. HMM
The last two posts have had one main leaf as the star of the image. Here there is a group of two, that act as one subject because of their close proximity to each other.
As with all of these shots, it is the colour and textures that I like. I have always been a big fan of trees and leaves. No matter what state a leaf is in from it first opening in the Spring to its total disintegration when decaying, I find them to be special.
I took this shot as part of a recce for my most recent 1-2-1 workshop concentrating on alternative camera techniques.
This was taken on a scrappy patch of land next to a railway platform which again is about 30 secs walk from my house...and as such will form part of my 'Back Yard' project.
It's a blend of three images, compressed in-camera and processed during the workshop.
If you or a partner/friend/family member would like a workshop please get in touch. I teach beginners, intermediates and alternative camera techniques.
A macro shot of yesterday's old derelict Pontiac. After ten years of photographing this car, I think I've gone over every square inch of its surface, yet I can still find something new. In part, that is because it is always changing, weathered by wind and heat and cold and blowing sand. In part, it is because a deep dive always produces the unexpected. I once had a great photography teacher whose singular command to his class was, "Surprise me!" If I can take it a step further and surprise myself, I know I'm having a good day.
Photographed near Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2018 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Well this is my virsion of the twilight book cover, i love these books & i'm on my way to eclipse. This actually took alot of work, more than i thought but it was all worth it & i'm happy with the result. Goes to all twilight fans,
& my best friend who is suppose to be reading this right now & finish the series with me but didn't, i'll let it go because you're studying ^_* Love you =* . The book cover
I wanted to wait a little later to upload this but my hands were itchy! =P
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My award from you is a word or few, not a flashing/dancing/jumping or singing copy/paste item.
Those comments waste my time and will be erased
The use of this photo is allowed only with written authorization of Svante Oldenburg
...Some places might need a fix, before they are completely forgotten and let to fade away...
The use of this photo is allowed only with written authorization of Svante Oldenburg
I'm on the road but I brought along a suitable shot for Halloween. Dolls, like clowns, can be scary...
I shot this a few years ago in the Purgatory Garden of my late friend, metal sculptor Jan Johnson. His collection of dolls - found objects and donations from his many friends as their kids aged out of childhood - was unsettling to some. Most of them were in the woods surrounding his house: peering up from amid the mosses and ferns; gazing down from tree limbs; nestled in old tattered baby carriages; gleefully riding rusted toy cars. Here and there, a head on a platter or spike. Or in an old shoe, like this one.
Responses from visitors ranged from "I don't like this place" to "Oh, wow! Art everywhere!" I was in the latter camp. You have to dig black humour and social commentary to understand Jan. Whereas some people see only the darkness, others see Jan holding up a mirror to it, unafraid, in fact taking delight in the view. Artists are here to show others what they might be missing, and it doesn't have to be pretty. If it shakes us out of complacency and makes us feel... something... then art has been worth the effort of creating it.
I don't want to seem too serious about all this. Jan's work - even his serious work - was often playful. I can hear his laugh in the background: hee hee hee...
Happy Halloween!
Photographed at Jan Johnson's Purgatory Garden in Sooke, BC (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2015 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Mañanas, Atardeceres, noches, y más atardeceres.
Si algún día me voy,
créeme, te echaré de menos cielo.
My Edward and Bella *______*
Copy of a picture found on DeviantArt --> sab687.deviantart.com/art/Eternal-Love-55317404
Hace tiempo que había capturado este amanecer y que acabo de encontrar. El cielo se tiñe de oro y el azul del mar se puede comenzar a ver de a poco. El sol asoma y se muestra grande porque los rayos aún no llegan en forma directa... precioso San Bernardo..
Buenas noches Zaragoza, espero que duermas. Tan bonito. Como has amanecido. Tú. Sonriendo como aquél niño. Que algunas veces eres.
Sabéis, a veces sale el sol en Zaragoza. Con colores suele intentarlo siempre. Alegrando un poco el comienzo del día a los que quizá levantan la cabeza entre pensamientos y sueños no despiertos todavía. Con recuerdos del café, té, o incluso un cigarro. Que les ha dado los buenos días entre tanta soledad. Disfruta de ese frío que en realidad es de agradecer. Qué más. Un cielo bonito. Una sensación. No le gustaba madrugar, nunca le gustó. Pero si tenía que hacerlo prefería que se unieran esos detalles que le hacen siempre sonreír. Queremos dormir. Buenos días.