Remember the bikes in yesterday’s post? Well, here they are again from a slightly closer point of view. Same 25/1.8 😀
That’s one of those typical images where I relish my camera’s depth of field. The colors are heavily pushed though. In reality it was exceedingly drab and I couldn’t stand it.
In such a situation, black and white is most of the time also a viable option. Actually I prefer color, but this may because the image is a memory for me as well. My memories tend to be colorful. Even of drab days 🙂
This is my last image taken in Maribor. All in all I can say is, that I was surprised by how lovely this small city is. Maribor is actually not far from home, but it is in that unfortunate zone that is a little bit too far to drive there for a coffee, but on the other hand so near that most of the time we drive by to another destination. It shares that fate with Udine or Ljubljana. The question is always: “Why not drive a little bit further and down to the sea?”. Well, this time we didn’t and I’m glad about it 🙂
I have no idea what they do when suddenly rain comes falling, but I found the idea of having that furniture out on the street pretty charming 🙂
By the way, I’m writing this on March 8 and yesterday Adobe released new versions of ACR and Lightroom with full support for the E-M1 MkII (among others). Sweet! I can again choose from the Olympus camera profiles (like “Standard” or “Vivid”) as starting points.
Not long ago, during the Yugoslavian War, Rovinj was almost empty – shunned by tourists. Yes, this was 25 years ago (really? oh my!), but you wouldn’t believe it when you see it today.
This has been taken a bit off the night tracks. It’s one of the streets leading up to the church, and most people at that time of the evening are busy finding a table in one of the countless but hopelessly overcrowded restaurants.
A small twig with leaves on a white patch of paint on the street. I didn’t arrange that, I just saw it.
Some people do, but even if I don’t, it has nothing to do with purism at all. It’s not my thing. Photography is a meditative act for me, an act of seeing, not an act of arranging.
This is not good or bad. In the end both ways of photography are acts of creating. It’s just that I find one relaxing and the other tedious. Most of the time.
This is an almost certainly wrong statement. In a way all images lie, and the more a lens deviates from the “normal” range between 35 mm and 70 mm, the more the image lies. Here the equivalent focal length of 120 mm compresses the width of the street away, and it fabricates a connection between the woman most likely waiting for the bus and the circus tent far in the background.