A couple of days ago I was having a coffee-shop stop and spied a travel book. At that moment, I realized something important:
If the letter “F” were prepended to Ireland, then it would be Fireland. Which would be great, because they would be the closest country to Iceland. Then, they could have a war!
It would be so cool. Err, hot.
Phil Perkis writes of photography:
To experience the meaning of what is. To stay with it for even a few seconds is no small task. The sound of voice without language, a musical line, a ceramic vessel, a non-objective painting. The presence of it, the weight of it, the miracle of its existence, of my existence. The mystery of the fact itself.
When you drive around the city and come to a red light or a stop sign, you can just sit back and make use of these twenty or thirty seconds to relax to breathe in, breathe out, and enjoy arriving in the present moment. There are many things like that we can do. Years ago I was in Montreal on the way to a retreat, and I noticed that the license plates said Je me souviens "I remember." I did not know what they wanted to remember, but to me it means that I remember to breathe and to smile.
It often seems to me that photography is a daily form of gratitude.
One of my favorite work-related blogs, one which I read very deliberately, is Garr Reynolds’s Presentation Zen. In a <a “href=”http://presentationzen.blogs.com/presentationzen/2005/12/talking_at_them.html”>recent entry,</a> Garr writes about the recent Nobel Prize award lecture given by Harold Pinter.
Like most people casually interested in the Nobels, I sat down and read the transcript of Pinter’s lecture —
I’ve added nine more pix to the slideshow from New Years Eve.
They’re at the front, so if you’ve seen the rest, it’s easy to see all the new ones at once.
Do you know why digital wins over film when shooting color? Because there are no decent C-41 labs within a thirty-minute drive of here. Which means at best I have to drive 30 minutes to Keeble’s, 30 minutes back, then repeat the process to pick up the negs hours later. Or at worst bring it to anywhere local and then spend a good deal more than those two wasted hours trying to spot-out all the crap and scratches they leave on my negatives (or even crease marks, as I recently experienced when a roll marked “process only” was dutifully folded-up into a wad and stamped flat in an envelope by one local lab guy).
These last few frames from Saturday night were completely mis-treated by a guy who was standing there listening while I discussed with his manager how I wanted the negs handled. In fact I asked him some extra questions about handling rollfilm negatives. When I returned and found the negs mis-cut and with bits of dirt scratching against them inside the “clean” enveleope? He shrugged and walked off…
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For the past week or two I've been banging on the New Black and White Photo Pool.
The group photo pool was started back in August and I kept tabs on it for a while... removing pictures I felt didn't follow its (completely subjective) charter:
Black and White is the oldest form of picture-making. It has been said that these are the true tones of photography, from the white light of hope to the black of despair.
This is a public group and the group pool is actively moderated part of the group's ambition is to showcase a concentration of great, memorable black and white images, so don't be surprised if casual black and white snaps or even some pretty good shots disappear from the pool spontaneously. High pool volume isn't required.