Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
I'm not quite sure why I'm so fascinated by photographs that I take...looking out of plane windows...at 30,000 feet...perhaps it's the millions of people, whose lives (or airspace) I enter for a brief second...mid-flight boredom...or the sheer, ever-changing, beauty that can be created when the perfect mix of cloud, sun, and earth come into frame...
"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life." - Jack Kerouac
Another entry...following this week's (entirely unintentional) motif...the Vuitton logo on brick and sidewalk. Entry number two...you know you are strolling through a slightly upscale neighborhood when you find yourself stepping on discarded Vuitton merchandising material...
"Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns,
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
And mounts more dizzy high the more it rains
As though to choose whatever shape it wills..."
- William Butler Yeats
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
And mounts more dizzy high the more it rains
As though to choose whatever shape it wills..."
- William Butler Yeats
"New York is a granite beehive, where people jostle and whir like molecules in an overheated jar. Houston is six suburbs in search of a center." - Nigel Goslin
Reminiscences from Houston...1) hanging off your hotel balcony, whilst clasping a camera, can produce some very Jacques Tati-homage-worthy results...
No hawk hangs over in this air:
The urgent snow is everywhere.
The wing adroiter than a sail
Must lean away from such a gale,
Abandoning its straight intent,
Or else expose tough ligament
And tender flesh to what before
Meant dampened feathers, nothing more.
Forceless upon our backs there fall
Infrequent flakes hexagonal,
Devised in many a curious style
To charm our safety for a while,
Where close to earth like mice we go
Under the horizontal snow.
The urgent snow is everywhere.
The wing adroiter than a sail
Must lean away from such a gale,
Abandoning its straight intent,
Or else expose tough ligament
And tender flesh to what before
Meant dampened feathers, nothing more.
Forceless upon our backs there fall
Infrequent flakes hexagonal,
Devised in many a curious style
To charm our safety for a while,
Where close to earth like mice we go
Under the horizontal snow.
"How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony." - William Shakespeare
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony." - William Shakespeare
"I've actually gone to the zoo and had monkeys shout to me from their cages, "I'm in here when you're walking around like that?"" - Robin Williams
I've been wanting to try some pinhole photography for a while now but, thanks to my inherent laziness, have neglected to take the steps necessary to build the camera. A much easier option...to play around with the pinhole setting on my digital camera...and record a few animals sleeping, eating, and showing a general lack of vigor which makes me feel at home...
"He sees the world in black-and-white. That allows him to drink and fight; it makes life alive for him. - Ray Stevenson
Sometimes all you need to make you happy is a long walk...the sun...an art gallery...and a grainy black and white setting on your camera...
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