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 🙂
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.
Villach is a small town or, as I like to say, a right-sized town. There are no high-rise buildings, public transport lacks severely, but you don’t need it that much anyway.
Basically you can cross the town in an hour and a half by foot. I rarely do that, because the outskirts are much better suited to cars than to pedestrian, but from time to time I love to criss-cross the central part, strolling around, hunting for pictures. It has not the density of possible subjects that Vienna’s center has, but you just have to look for different things.
Once, a long time ago, I was the King of Bikes. Where I lived, in the most progressive district near the center of Vienna, bicycles were ubiquitous. Now, living on the edge of town, that is long gone. It’s all cars, cars, cars.
This image was taken on an afternoon when I had a meeting in a department more or less where I once worked.
It’s interesting. As soon as I get there, as soon as I see the old environment, the old instincts are back in the minute. It’s really a different kind of attention to a different kind of things.