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Friday, 06 April 2018


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He cleaned up the snow in a couple of hours? That's impressive.

Learning to live on shaky ground is mostly about finding somewhere else that is safe - even in the knowledge that the safe place is, perhaps, a construct.

I recently added Jay's "It's not about the f-stop" to my collection (already had 'Light, Gesture and Color'). Both are still excellent and relevant.

I definitely agree: what we see, when we see it, is what the image can be. Later it's another image.

Mike wrote, "It's one of my faults that I'm always thinking to myself that I can come back and take a picture later ... "

Many times I've walked past a picture turned around, walked back and grabbed it. Usually I'm disappointed by the result. Having the actual picture relieves me of any guilt caused by missing it.

No more "would'a, should'a, could'as."

Photographers do notice change, even subtle change like a sudden thin haze of clouds that makes the light just right for a few minutes (bright with some shadow but not harsh).

I used to have a certain level of anxiety about not being out when I'm likely to get the good shots (basically any time I looked out and saw decent light). Now I've accepted that there will be other images, other days (or not).

If we take things too far we are like beauty squirrels, darting about and stashing away our fragments of splendor for later consumption. Sometimes it's better to just stand along the edge of the river and see what floats by. :)

Where I live used to be a small village but there are so many new houses being built that it won't be long before all the green spaces have gone and our village is joined up on both sides with the two large towns/cities on either side (Manchester and Warrington). From the window where I'm writing this I can see a new development of houses almost finished to one side and directly in front a new development that was finished a few years ago. It's like it must be to watch a newly dammed valley fill up with water to become a lake.

And then you fix those tracks by seeding new grass, which you’ll later find out is a slightly different color than the existing grass and forever after (no offense to Watts or Maisel), you keep seeing those tracks in your garden.

At least that explains the tracks in my lawn...

Just checked iBooks and “Light, Gesture and Texture” is available for $31.99. That’s nice ‘cause I like books on my iPads. Although there are three full bookcases available I just tend to the iBooks. So, I downloaded the ‘sample’ iBook. It was a total of 20 pages five of which were text from what seems to be the introduction but NO illustrations. Somehow I would like to see an example or two of the images and how they look on the iPad. After all it is a photography book. I don’t know how much experience you and the readers here have had with iBooks but when you get a sample of a fiction book you get a hundred or so pages which is up to a third of the book. Not looking for a third of a book but a reasonable sample would be appreciated. Anyone here into iPads for reading, viewing images, editing???

The wild geese do not intend to cast their reflection.

The water has no mind to receive their image.

The river has moved on. 404 error - page not found.

I delayed visiting Berlin to take photos of the wall because... hell, it was there long as I could remember, and Communism and a wall that large certainly weren't going anywhere in my lifetime... Finally made it summer of '89 to review the crumbs.

Your Black and White image above is definitely worthy of being included in a print sale! Love it...

Years ago when I was first getting into photography, I was riding in a car, and as the car was making a right turn, I looked out of the window toward the house we were passing. In the yard was a boy next to a short, spiky palm plant. He was sticking a holly berry on the end of each palm leaf and had nearly finished his task. I had no camera with me and probably would not have been confident enough to stop and make the photograph if I had, but I should have both had the camera and made the shoot. It was a simple moment that is not ever going to occur again, not that boy with that expression next to that plant. This photograph-never-made haunts me still.

I think one of the hardest lessons I have learned in my personal photography is to stop worrying about what I am missing, relax and enjoy what I am getting, or more accurately what I am being given.
The situation around you is changing all the time. Light changes, clouds move around, Bigfoot finishes peeing on a tree and walks back into the woods. Sometimes you get it, sometimes not. It happens.
It's all a gift and this is supposed to be fun.

"And look how different those two photographs are."

I am reminded of Frank Gohlke's Landscapes from the Middle of the World in which he includes several "Aftermaths" -- photographs taken in his home town of Wichita Falls, Texas where a Tornado whipped through in 1979.

He includes scenes documenting the destruction, then a year or so later showing how the town recovered and rebuilt. Fascinating! See for example:

Gohlke - Tornado


This post about photography, time, and impermanence made me think of the wonderful essay "The Same River Twice" by David Quammen: http://www.davidquammen.com/sampler/21-samerivertwice.

An apple might decompose in a matter of days or weeks, but an Apple will live on forever in the landfill.

Speaking of impermanence (a bit of a downer as a subject in a way), I am reading "But What If We're Wrong?: Thinking About the Present As If It Were the Past". In it, he proposes a brief quiz - Name someone alive and famous in the 21st century, the 20th century, the 19th, etc, until you can't go back any further. The point is how few names come down to us over the long haul, that most of those things that seem so important to us now will just fade away.

I have several Alan Watts lectures on my iPod that I love to listen to while walking. The content and meaning may escape me at times but honestly, the man could be talking pure gibberish and I'd still listen because of his marvelous voice.

In Japanese culture Wabi Sabi describes something similar.

Now you can print one of each and put them in a frame for a dyptich. Will make a nice contrast to view as the years go by. Too often we seem to miss the changes in places close to us over the years.
Maybe you can do the same view in all seasons and enjoy it for decades to come?

If you google him you will find an image of Thomas Merton kneeling on railroad tracks with what looks like a 35mm camera ... that harks back to quite a few links here ...

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