Photos like this are best left to one’s imagination in their intent and interpretation. I’ll post why I took this photo just because I don’t like that line of thought with art.
This door is close to my desk. I watch people walk by it all day long, but I never really see them. I only catch the blurs as they pass. There’s no detail, just an evenly partitioned blur. I’m left to guess who passed by the general blur I catch. This one, younger female. If they were slower, probably older. Shorter, but faster, a young person. You get the idea.
So I set the camera to kind of catch what I see in my minds eye. I played with the shutter speed and aperture to get the blur about right. You can’t be taught what those settings should be. It takes practice and the only way to get the practice is to take photos daily.
We visited the Alpine Hills Historical Museum and Sugarcreek Information Center in Sugarcreek, Ohio. These things caught my eye as the printing equipment and cameras relate to what I work with today.
I work in the printing industry, but more on the computer programming end of it. I never learned the history of printing, so i found the explanation of this Linotype machine educational.
A simple cell phone can basically do what this did. It simply produced lines of text to be sent to a printing press. A Linotype machine was a little more dangerous as it used and reused molten led to create this lines.
Today, it is so easy to create a line of text for print that it requires very little thought. This might be part of the problem of so much which is printed, but not worth the paper or electronic device that it’s ready from. Restraints can create quality.
The same could be said for this antique camera. In it’s day, this was considered high quality and portable. The cell phone camera is better than this camera in many respects now.
There are infinitely more great photos now than then, but images from this time still hold great value. The same can be said of many of the literary works produced in the days before so much automation.
In no way am in longing for these days. I am saying that the technological restrictions of yesterday created an editing process by default. There was a sense to not waste the resources due to costs and difficulty of the process.
Today we have the ability to produce low quality because of low cost and ease of production. To combat this I rarely put out a written work without edits and proof reading. I always “Photoshop” images to make them unique to my developing process.
I got a chuckle out of it. I have all but given up on anything except blogging long ago. For the exception of the occasional Facebook post, it’s all blogging for me. Anyone who listens to me knows, if you want abrasive bullshit from me, go to Facebook. If you care to see what I’m up to personally, go to my blog.
I have always been of the mindset that there is no reason to give your content to poor platforms that you do not own. All of your efforts can disappear at the platform owner’s convenience. The platform owners delete at will too!
In my opinion, Mr. Kim rambles on and repeats himself a bit much for my liking. It works for him though. He is also another good source of inspiration for his constant insistence to buy books not gear. He’s well read on the subjects involving street photography too.
Regardless of opinions, Eric Kim worked hard and it’s paying off. He’s become influential in the realm of photography. Simple lesson.
Today started a little cold and slow. At 4 degrees, not even my Husky mix dog wanted to venture out much.
I ventured out and scraped the windows while my junk Dodge warmed up.
I am trying to write more. There’s only one way to get better at it and that is practice. Even on a cold, mundane winter day. Sometimes I think about how I wish I was more creative, but then I consider the competition. What they’re up to is awful.
I watched a horrible movie not long ago. I won’t name it to give it one bit of publicity. It was popular and mainstream.
A tired plot of a troubled young person who is selected by military, law enforcement group, super-hero, etc. who makes them into a hero who does wonderful things. This movie made fun of itself for picking up on a tired plot.
Hollywood throws in making fun of the disabled, promoting every bit of the Liberal agenda you could shove in a movie, demonizing Christians, and killing a church full of people. At the end, the hero received anal sex from royalty for a reward. I am serious.
This is mainstream now. This is what everyday people watch. It’s not creative and it’s subversive to a healthy culture.
So how does creativity fit in here? If you are a creative person, you don’t have time for this stuff. It is the first full movie I’ve watched in many years. I was happy to see that independent creative people have a good chance at success. Their competition from Hollywood is dead.
Write about your mundane life. It’s exercise for other works. You start to realize if you’re out of material to write about, you need to change this by doing something worthy of a story. Share it too! It’s more interesting than the fakery major media outlets are producing. Take the photos. Make the YouTube videos. There is a chance you can come up with a content that’s better than these few media giants. Royalty giving out anal sex favors as a prize? That’s what they’re coming up with. Just about anything is much better than that.
We have all the tools. Just quit feeding your mind garbage and start creating something. If nothing else, it keeps you busy and removes the power they have over you when they get your attention.
Facebook has it’s good and bad. Far, far more bad than good, but occasionally it’s useful. It reminded me that a year ago I was chasing balloons and took some cool photos of what happened.It also reminded me that I had intended to put it in my blog, but never did. I only posted it to Facebook. That made my story their story. I don’t like that.
So what happened that day? Tami and I were on our way home from The Shelby Mall. We were close to Mansfield when I noted this beautiful hot air balloon. I wanted photos of it, so we started following it.
I didn’t want just any photos, I wanted a photo of a hot air balloon with a farm or any other part of the landscape. I got the shot!
After I got the shot and we were thinking about heading home, it looked like the balloon was out of control. It would start going down for a landing, then taking off again. It did this quite a few times until it looked like an attempt had ended in disaster.
Another car had been following it too and thought they had witnessed a crash into the woodline too. Myself and a faster, younger passenger of that vehicle ran through the woods. I was afraid of what I might find. A few times, I had to stop to catch my breath.
Once I reached the “crash” site, we realized that it was a baby soft landing in a field just beyond the woodline I had ran through. I was so relieved. It was actually a celebration with champagne and all. Their chase vehicle was there too. The farmer who owned the land gave them permission and drank champagne with the young couple and pilot.
I learned a few things that day.
I smoked to much and I was to fat to run like that. Since then, I’ve quit smoking. The fat problem is next.
Hot air balloons are at the mercy of the wind and landowners. If the farmer had decided that he didn’t want the balloon to land, they would have been forced to take off again and try a landing elsewhere.
What I’ve learned today is that I shouldn’t be lazy and post things I intend to write about on my Facebook page. I own this site. This will be around. Who knows what Facebook will do with it?
The patterns of light coming through the opening in an underground parking garage stunned me with the pattern. It’s like finding an unexpected treasure when you find interesting light in unexpected and mundane places.
I’ve learned that black and white is a great way to represent these types of photos where patterns and textures are an important part of the composition. It brings them out. The problem is that I cannot get black and white printed. At least, I cannot get black and white printed easily and affordably. If I can’t do that, it doesn’t fit in well with my enjoyment of photography.
I am using this one to try out some other techniques that include color, but to a lesser degree.
One of the joys of photography is that you notice the world around you in a different way. You see details you never noticed before. You anticipate things happening before they do. This week, I came up with a few photos of things I noticed converging.
The first I found humor in.
The factory smoke about a 1/2 mile away makes the clock appear to be smoking. Photos like this are one of the reasons I carry a superzoom camera. Cameras like the Canon SX50 are a budget solution for massive and expensive telephoto lenses for my DSLR.
The next is the convergence of transportation and communication.
Foot tracks, rail tracks, trucks, cars, aging telephone poles, a cell phone tower, and a jet’s contrail cloud converge into one busy photographic scene.
The easy winter weather we were having in Ohio turned very cold this week. That cold made me slow down a little as I went out looking for scenes like these.
Sometimes, color really makes the photo. A lacking composition or lack of subject can be compensated for if the colors are right. Colors can tell the story.
I do favor black and white often because it brings out tones and shapes. Sometimes, this helps me tell the story. Emotion, more definition of the subject, lighting, and mood can all be shown well in black and white. Colors mean things too. Red can mean sexy, bold, and exciting. Pink can be a calming factor. Green can mean envy. These rules are not set in stone, but say for example you see a photo of a little girl in a pink dress holding a basket. That makes you think of Easter Sunday right away.
In this photo I’m trying to tell the story of a patriot with the dream of running a little store. The owner is an immigrant and he’s gone all out with the patriotic theme for his store. Color is exploding. The owner was excited about his store and the colors show it. The ladder shows that his work is in progress.
If something screams to your eyes like this store did to mine, snap a shot of it. Take some time to work the shot. When there is so much to look at, somebody put work into the scene and there’s a story in that photo.
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