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first a clear one, then, this afternoon the liquid was semi-opaque. Temp was a cool 17°C all day and very humid
I edited this a couple of weeks ago but never uploaded it. I have a soft spot for it and so I decided to put it up. Some might remember this sky from my shots a couple of weeks ago. This is a different picture. I liked how the dark tree branches looked against the sky.
I realize my style has been schizophrenic lately, a lot more than usual. I'm just trying out different things. I like to be versatile and experiment with different subjects. I'm growing to be less and less in favor of having a gazillion of the SAME types of pictures on my stream. I'd rather vary things. I find that some folks often get too caught up in the same theme and that's all they produce over and over and over again. I find that, lately, I'm growing rather fond of following the work of the multitude of talented people here that tend to vary their styles and showcase how truly diverse their skill is. Similarly, for my personal development as a photographer, I'd rather be more versatile as well.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and looking at my work.
If this appears a bit soft it's probably due to the fact that this was a 15 second exposure in extremely windy conditions. I personally enjoy the movement in the image. It was a classic scene of the intrepid photographer trying to avoid getting struck with his wife patiently waiting in the safety of the car listening to Harry Potter (plug: the books on tape version is incredibly well read by Jim Dale) all the while with a massive thunderstorm going on in the background.
And tough as nails, I should add. Francis Walker died a few years ago, well into his eighties, after a lifetime of ranching in southwest Saskatchewan. I interviewed him in 2003 for a magazine article, and found him charming, in a cowboy kinda way. He was famous for his feuds with Parks Canada, but in the end he sold them his ranch, and now it is part of the West Block of Grasslands National Park. If you take the high lonesome dirt road that runs through the former Walker Ranch close to the park's southern boundary, you can find the place where Sitting Bull and 5,000 Lakota crossed into Canada after wiping out Custer at Little Bighorn in 1876.
I shot the original image on Fujichrome Velvia, scanned the slide and processed in CS6 before converting to monochrome in Nik Silver Efex. Photographed on the Walker Ranch, now part of Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2003 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Surreal Estate Saturday #3: Isamu Noguchi's "Black Sun" and the Space Needle as seen from Volunteer Park.
This week's dose of Surreal Estate Saturday would be incomplete without a story and a confession, so here it goes: This shot looks fake. Duh, say some. Totes, say others as they shake their heads and purse their lips into a sneer. And they are right. It looks photoshopped, and poorly at that, which made me sad after I saw it. I had a pretty specific image in mind when I went to the park in the freezing dead of night, and dang it that's the image I was gonna make. And I did that. And it looked fake, even while it was still on the memory card inside the camera.
Except it isn't. Fake, that is. Which is to say this is a single image, with no compositing or cut'n'paste or content aware fill or photoshop magic (aka "lies!"). Some of the reasons it looks so fake...let's start by saying that this is a perspective that the human eye can't see. I shot this with a 300mm lens about a foot off the ground from across the street on the steps of the Asian Art Museum at f/32, the smallest aperture, so I had to leave the shutter open for like three minutes -- plenty of time for the photons to bounce around and create the fuzz (i.e., diffraction) under the top of the needle, which looks a lot like bad feathering in photoshop. Also, the color temperatures are different inside and outside of the hole in the donut...due to the fact that the lights in Volunteer park are green and amber, while the ones on the needle are a lot more blue. And the forced perspective makes the needle look either really close (and small) or it makes the sculpture look absurdly huge. And the colored stripes (made by a passing car) bring to mind those crap-tastic filters, like, the kind that they used on rave flyers back in 1995. PLUR!
The more you have seen this in real life, the more fake it probably appears in this photo. Oooh, now that's a cognitive blind alley worth a gander for sure. Have fun, and watch out for the drunken taxicabs of absolute reality.
...Also my final shot with this expired Polaroid 600 film. Don't worry, I'm saving a few extra 2009-dated packs, which ought to be ripened nicely by 2014.
...is not really the name of this new cat in my neighborhood. But the print whirring out of the front of the SX-70 spooked her, so she didn't stick around long enough for me to read the tag.
One thing I miss after giving up my landline is that I had to pack away my classic, black, non-modular rotary phone. It seemed appropriate to commemorate it with an SX-70 shot-- another design icon that has sadly outlasted its market viability.
Everybody give it up for two design geniuses, Henry Dreyfuss and Edwin Land.
stands a house of entropic melodies. A house filled with the sensation of things that are almost there.
I had a premonition that today will be a pathetic day.
So as i walk to work, i have with me a pen and a paper, to write down all the things that’ll happen. Its a way of relaxing myself.
I scribbled this while i was on the bus.
“I wore my biggest smile the moment i stepped out from the house because i am 100% aware that ill be faking it when i get to my work place’s doorsteps.
I have to face someone, and all the possibilities of putting myself into shame are currently being entertained.
And in an hour, it’ll gonna happen.
One of my most embarrassing scenarios would be when someone talks rude things to me, with all eyes staring and worst thing is you will not defend yourself (even if you can) because shutting up is the only choice you have to pick. I’ve never been into that situation but as they say, there is always a first time- damn!”
and a continuation when i got home...
"I was at the pantry for the longest time ever, composing myself.
I went to the nurse’s station when i gathered all the guts in the world at last hahah.
When i finally faced him, he confronted me, but i tuned my brain to block all the vocal signals coming from that person, i think i did a great job."
Now, can you tell me if i am faking my smile?
UPDATE
my cousin aishelle just reminded me its her bestfriend's and my good friend's day.
happy birthday ecy.
yesterday was nikka's birthday too, she was once one of my good friends.
my walking calendar (joyce, at work) malfunctioned today ~_~
hahah, she miscalculated jomer's birthday.
happy birthday jomer, i know its late.
but happy birthday.
im not good at dates
24/365
when I have wings to fly? Or at least a hula hoop?
For the 30-Day Challenge — June 2011
Day Eighteen: Your Shoes
These are my awesome boots—a Hanukkah gift from my parents. After I lost Cleopatra in November, I chose these in a moment of grief and couldn't let go of them. Now, in these moments of worry, I've put them back on, summer be damned. Cowboy boots have a certain comfort that defies the hot sun.
i just knew that the firmware upgrade wasn't a hoax when a vision appeared in the stockholm skies, saying "go home, my child, go home and sync - this is the dawn of a new age... with cut, copy 'n' paste and a spotlight search"
Wouldn't it be wonderful!!!!
For: 365 Days
Flickr Group Roulette's group for today:
Thanks to barbarianheiress
Hey everyone else gets theirs out I thought it was time to get mine out too!!
Just to add, these are my real breasts. Not fake or anything. In the first picture I didn't have a bra on and flattened them down. In the second one I was wearing a very good uplift bra. Yes they are real, no they are NOT fake!
Ok, so this isn't so exciting...but I did get on my roof to shoot this! Talk about scary! I am so incredibly scared of heights and I did it anyways, so proud of myself, lol!
The weekend is officially here and hopefully David and I are going to be meeting up with friends at Garcia's. They have awesome nachos!
Happy Weekend Flickr!
BTW...This is not a fake sky..no PS manipulations today folks! Well, besides running an action, lol.
My friend who gave me the expired Polaroid 600 film also had one pack of peel-apart 669 film that had expired in 1998.
I loaded it into the Anguloid—truthfully, expecting to find it all dried out and dead. But every shot developed fine.
You can see a stripe down the middle where the goop spread a little unevenly, but this is actually the only one from the pack that had a developer gap at the edge.
The aqua cast of 669 just gets stronger after it expires, I guess. Maybe some chemist can tell me why 669 goes cyan as it ages, when expired 600 does the opposite.