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A lone leaf still hangs on a branch of a European Beech tree at the Morton Arboretum on January 2nd, 2021. Snow and freezing rain the previous evening made for a tough night in Chicagoland but a beautiful morning afterwards.
A big tree had come down in the sandstone slot that marks the entrance into Mermaid's Cave. A Banksia had also taken a tumble, but was still alive, and growing over the fallen tree. Life finds a way! [Blue Mountains, NSW]
Persistence pays off! So happy to have finally seen the elusive black-backed woodpecker. Well worth the wait as he was so busy pecking, he paid no attention to his admirers.
I am in the tedious and exciting process of scanning and editing forgotten and found images from the 50s. It's quite moving to discover places that are no more, people that are most likely gone and parties nobody remembers. I have fallen in love with that wonderful shot and decided it deserved to be shared. It also seemed to illustrate a song I enjoy:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dmh1cZQuXk
When I’m traveling far from home
On the wide horizon
I can feel you’re still around
And the dream overtakes me
Then I know, you’ll stay in this moment
We’ll go where it’s flowing
You’ll be what you want to be
Right here, with me
When I’m out here on my own
And it all cuts through me
I see you’re safe alone
Ah, then it hits me
And I know, you’re here in this moment
Right where it’s flowing
You are what you want to be
Right here, with me
Stay in this moment
Go where it’s flowing
You are what you want to be
Right here, with me . . . with me . . . with me. . .
Taken with a Ferrania Condor camera on Kentmere 400 film, developed in Rodinal for 15.5minsa at 21.5 degrees.
A Catawba rhododendron (Rhododendron catawbiense) hangs on, barely. This is part of a disjunct/relict community of typically montane plants, in the Hollow Rock area of New Hope Creek.
Pentax K-1, pixel-shift mode
Mirex tilt/shift adapter
Pentax-A 645 macro 120/4
Iridient Developer
The chase of the westbound Limon local continued into the evening. As we were barreling down I70, Seth had remarked how he loved the open points along the line where we could pace (a verb I had taught him only a few minutes prior) the train on the highway. In fact, at this point somewhere a bit east of Agate, he INSISTED I take a picture across him and out the window of the train. I'm not one to shoot grabs like that, but a little Lightroom later, this would end up being my favorite frame of the entire day.
BNSF 4170 west continues toward Denver with their five cars off the Kyle, dashing across the High Plains.
363/365 - Persistence
1/250th f2.8 ISO320
200mm
Had a bit of ride after work with Marcus and his two young ripper kids and just as we were about to leave, we saw this amazing glowing sun so couldnt resist but get some end of evening photo kicks. This one was actually as packing up but something about it I really liked.
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It is a balmy 10 degrees C today, and these flowers have no plans to pack it in anytime soon. The light purple ones are a wildflower, I believe, heart shaped aster. They are always the last to bloom. The white ones are a cultivated flower, look like a tiny mum, but I don't know what they are called. These bloom early and keep on blooming, and reseed themselves like crazy.
The stones are from right here, a lovely thick, hard layer of stone with lots of fossils, about 300 million years old, and already nicely broken up into giant brick shapes.
I spied the little fella yesterday as I was cleaning out a flower bed, noted his beauty, and since then at length have considered his lesson. This morning as I set out for another day of yard clean-up, I carried my camera down the stairs with me for I was remembering from yesterday this little creation.
He is trying to be a tree.
He was ordained to be a tree, and somehow in his “guts” he knows he is destined to be such a living thing. It is in his genes, his DNA. Even so, it has not been easy for him. Blog post continues writenow.wordpress.com/2017/05/19/trying-to-be-a-tree/
Requested for publication by Mark Batty Publisher
for "Everyman’s JOYCE" of "W. Terrence Gordon, Eri Hamaji & Jacob Albert”
“Picasso merely shrugged and declined the invitation to illustrate an edition of Ulysses, dismissing Joyce as an obscure writer that all the world can understand ... Can, not does.”
Through the power of illustration the Everyman’s Series illuminates complex bodies of work by some of the 20th century’s most vital thinkers. Picasso’s assessment of James Joyce as a writer that “all the world can understand” speaks to how a perspective that favors the visual can see through dense texts, allowing meaning to take shape. W. Terrence Gordon’s examination of the James Joyce canon and its impact on the world, both in terms of literature and culture at large, provides accessible and singular evaluations of why Joyce, no matter how impenetrable his books may seem on the surface, continues to attract readers today. In Everyman's Joyce, Gordon’s close readings and biographical insight gel with contemporary visual cues that usher Joyce into the 21st century.
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Etude du jour:
La bêtise et le cynisme sont-ils les derniers noms d'Entropie ?
En Birmanie ? En Chine ? En Tchétchénie ? A Guantanamo ? A Gaza & Cisjordanie ? . .
Study of the day:
Are silliness and cynicism the last names of Entropy ?
In Burma ? In China ? In Tchétchénie ? In Guantanamo ? In Gaza & West-Bank ?. .
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A powerful cascade of whitewater thunders down a rocky cliffside in Yellowstone National Park. Sunlight glints off the rushing current as it churns past jagged rocks and fallen logs, framed by rich textures of stone and forest. Captured during a memorable vacation with my son, this moment represents both the awe-inspiring force of nature and the joy of shared exploration.
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Camera: Zero 2000 Pinhole
Film: Kodak Ektar 100
Exposure Time: 2 minutes
Location: Japanese Garden, Washington Park Arboretum – Seattle, Washington
I sat down Sunday evening with the intention of writing about my struggle to transform my photography from the negative/scanned image into a print. Twice I got several paragraphs in only to find it long winded and wandering upon rereading it. Frustrated I decided to scrap them and instead let the thoughts flow free and open, and yes I admit it’s still rather long. The short version of the story is I lack confidence in my work when it’s in print form.
Over the past year or so my ability, knowledge and photography style has grown exponentially, more so than the previous four years combined. I feel at ease holding a camera, no longer struggling to comprehend its dials and settings, this has allowed me to slow down and concentrate my efforts in creating the image itself. Sure I still make mistakes…. ok a lot of mistakes, but I no longer see them as failures but rather learning experiences. This attitude has resulted in the best work I’ve ever produced. Nothing makes me happier than getting film back from the lab and realizing I nailed an exposure. One great image negates a roll filled with bad ones in my opinion.
I am still often surprised when viewing some of my better photographs that I actually made them and not someone else. I’ve never considered myself a talented or artistic person. I’m not musically inclined, or possess a natural ability to draw or paint. Heck my drawing skills have failed me more than one during a game of Pictionary. Film for me is a labor of love. Where I lack natural talent I strive to make up for it with patience and persistence.
I think about photography on a daily… almost hourly basis. I am obsessed with it, never in my life have I found something that has interested me so much as film photography. I yearn to hold a camera in my hands peaking at the world through its view finder, hearing the ca-chunk of it’s shutter, and the sound of it advancing the film. But still my photographic process is lacking, where I have grown confident in my ability to create an image with a camera, and satisfaction with my scanning skills, I still lack faith in my work when printed.
I’ve struggled with this for nearly a year now, my inability to make hard copies of my photography. A mental block of sorts that I have come to equate as being similar to what it must feel like to have writers block. It must seem silly to my family and friends who praise a given photograph and suggest I print and frame it, only to have me shrug them off and say I am not ready. What does it mean to be ready anyway? Its strange I can look at one of my photographs, like the one above, on a computer screen and marvel at it, beaming with self-pride. Yet I still can’t bring myself to make a print of it.
I think part of my issue is I have this feeling that to print and frame something is to makes it real. Viewing it on the computer screen is one thing, but on the wall? Now that is something completely different. Its more concrete set in stone if you will. Real things are more open for judgment and ridicule, which is where my lack of self-confidence comes in. I still don’t think on some level that any of my work is worthy of being printed and displayed. And it eats me up inside.
I’ve made a few prints in the past. Most of which have turned out darker than they appear on the computer screen. This is of course an issue everyone deals with as LCD screens display things more vividly than a printer can. There seems to be no easy fix to it, aside from fiddling in postproduction or obtaining various forms of expensive software, which calibrate your screen. Postproduction as a whole is not something I’d say I am overly interested in as it is, so the prospect of having to do more of it has deterred me from making prints.
Hopefully I can overcome these issues, and conquer the unknown. Two years ago I didn’t even know what medium format photography was, and now I shoot it almost exclusively so I have come along way already. I know the only true way to learn something is to dive right in and that’s my goal, right now I’m just waiting for that swift kick in the ass to get me started…
Requested for publication by Mark Batty Publisher
for "Everyman’s JOYCE" of "W. Terrence Gordon, Eri Hamaji & Jacob Albert”
“Picasso merely shrugged and declined the invitation to illustrate an edition of Ulysses, dismissing Joyce as an obscure writer that all the world can understand ... Can, not does.”
Through the power of illustration the Everyman’s Series illuminates complex bodies of work by some of the 20th century’s most vital thinkers. Picasso’s assessment of James Joyce as a writer that “all the world can understand” speaks to how a perspective that favors the visual can see through dense texts, allowing meaning to take shape. W. Terrence Gordon’s examination of the James Joyce canon and its impact on the world, both in terms of literature and culture at large, provides accessible and singular evaluations of why Joyce, no matter how impenetrable his books may seem on the surface, continues to attract readers today. In Everyman's Joyce, Gordon’s close readings and biographical insight gel with contemporary visual cues that usher Joyce into the 21st century.
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Outlining a Theory of General Creativity . .
. . on a 'Pataphysical projectory
Entropy ≥ Memory ● Creativity ²
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Etude du jour:
(...) A ce jeu-là, on ne gagne que de jouer. Rien n'est plus transcendant que de rhizomer ensemble cette partie désespérément joyeuse, quoi que nous échangions, quand que ce soit. Seule la fin de la partie est virtuelle et définitivement sans la moindre signification.
Il n'y a pas de différences sans répétitions, pas de créativité sans engagement social. A ce jeu-là, on n'agit que dans les possibles, choisissant de respecter ou non des règles morales et/ou éthiques. A ce jeu-là, être c'est devenir ensemble, c'est conjuguer sans cesse la direction sans connaître la destination, dé-re-choisir, nous dé-re-territorialiser nous-mêmes le long de nos lignes de fuite. Nous ne sommes pas individuellement créatifs lorsque nous désirons une reconnaissance sociale. Nous sommes socialement engagés à être créatifs ou non, en essayant sérendipitueusement de contrôler le processus de transformation de ce qui existe. (...)
(...) While playing the Game, to play is to win. Nothing is more transcendant than rhizoming together this desperately joyful party, whatever we are exchanging, whenever. Only the end of the Game is virtual and definitively without any concrete significance.
There is no differences without repetitions, no creativities without social engagements. While playing the Game, we only act among the possibles, choosing to respect or not moral and/or ethical rules. While playing the Game, to be is to become together, incessantly choosing a direction without knowing our destination, dis-re-choosing, dis-re-territorializing ourselves along our chosen vanishing lines. We are not individually creative when desiring social recognition. We are socially engaged to be creative or not, trying serendipitously to control the process transforming what exists. (...)
(...) Mientras juguemos al Juego, jugar es ganar. Nada es más trascendental que rizomar juntos esta fiesta desesperadamente dichosa, Lo que fuere que estemos intercambiando, cuando fuere, como fuere. Sólo el final del Juego es virtual y definitivamente sin ningún significado concreto.
No hay diferencias sin repetición, no hay creatividad sin compromiso social. Mientras jugamos el Juego, sólo actuamos entre los posibles, eligiendo respetar o nó las reglas morales y/o éticas. Mientras jugamos el Juego, ser es hacerse juntos, eligiendo incesantemente una dirección sin conocer nuestro destino, des-re-eligiendo, des-re- territorializándonos a lo largo de las líneas de fuga que elegimos. No somos individualmente creativos cuando deseamos el reconocimiento social. Estamos socialmente comprometidos a ser creativos o no, intentando serendipiamente controlar el proceso que transforma lo que existe. (...)
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rectO-persO | E ≥ m.C² | co~errAnce | TiLt
"Ambition is the path to success.
Persistence is the vehicle you arrive in."
Bill Bradley
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Cloudy afternon in Cala S'Aguia (Blanes, Costa Brava),
a difficult but challenging location.
Haida 3.0 + CPL + Black Card
Giant replica of Salvador Dali's 'Persistence of Time' sculpture in Piazza San Francesco, with the church of San Francesco d'Assisi in the background.
Matera, Italy
IMG_1256-2
Photographers are always looking for inspiration - it can be elusive - the last couple of weeks I have not felt much inspiration - but I know this feeling comes and goes and the only remedy is to keep shooting.
This image was captured at Little Austinmer about an hour south of Sydney - I have shot this location quite a few times but without much "luck". But persistence is key and so on this day I got "lucky" and we had beautiful light and water flow. It was a terrific shoot and I got a number of keepers and was able to experiment.
Processed in PS CC and captured on my Nikon D810.
Brendan is a amateur photographer based in Sydney Australia who loves exploring and shooting sea/andscapes/nightscapes in different areas sometimes with good mates other times by himself to improve his skills. I'm always after followers so don't be afraid to follow me on my photographic adventures.