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.
Sometimes I even admire this art of arranging things.
Some time ago I mentioned this macro lens that will force me to use it for real macro, simply because it can’t focus to any normal shooting distance. Still haven’t got it, but I can wait 🙂
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.
There are “Sights” and there are sights. Today it’s about those lower case moments when you walk along the streets of a city and just feel the urge to take a photo.
It’s the mode of seeing that you are in when you are on home turf. You don’t try to depict a characteristic view of a place that you likely won’t return to, you try to depict the feeling of being where you are, regardless of where that is.
Whenever I am on vacation, I try to get a fair mix of the two. “Sights” are what you came for, sights are what let’s you feel relaxed. Skip them and you haven’t been there.
This image has been taken three minutes after yesterday’s. The sky may have been slightly darker if at all, the street lights had the same color. I could again have played off orange against blue, but with the strong light fall-off from top to bottom, I figured I would need more violent manipulations to make that image sing – if it could be brought to sing at all.
In that situation I normally go B&W. It’s easier, because when you raise extreme contrasts from shadowy corners, you often have to struggle with color casts. You can get the tonality that you crave for, but the colors betray you immediately. It’s not something that can’t be fixed, but for one it’s hard, and then, it may not even be worth it. There are scenes that cry for B&W, and in my opinion this is one of them.
If there is anything like a composition typical for me, this is probably it. You may have seen similar pictures over and again. If it’s not your thing, you must be annoyed by now. I can’t help it though. The moment I see such a scene, dying light caressing an old wall, I have to take a picture. It’s automatic.
If it’s not your thing, please come back tomorrow. There will be something different 🙂
A small café in Vienna’s second district, again helped along by the 60’s nice compression and the tight frame.
I like this image. It is surreal by insinuating meaning in the meaningless, abstract by pointing out the concrete space in between. I like that 🙂
I can’t remember exactly what cast this curvaceous shadow. I suppose it was a bicycle stand. In any case it was a few steps from yesterday’s butterfly.
It’s strange to see old images like this. At the moment I’m almost three months behind, so this is an image from mid-March. The advantage is, that I see those images much more often than in those years ago when I had taken, processed and blogged an image on the same day. Not only is it more relaxing, but it also gives me the opportunity to see images anew and sometimes revise my judgement.
This particular image had to be cropped. When I took it, I did not plan to include a person. The man just happened to walk into my composition. Cropping it gave the walker a more dynamic position, and in the end the result is much better than the original composition had been. I like it.