All posts tagged: Sunset

Lots of irony to be had…

So… Earlier today the top two stories on Apple’s news feed went a little something like this… Story number one, from the NBC News feed: Trump’s State of the Union theme: ‘A safe, strong and proud America’ Right next to it on the page was this from BuzzFeed News: Thousands of people were supposed to regain power in Puerto Rico on Saturday. They didn’t I’ll just let that one sink in a bit while we look at a picture from the recent past…

Looking at it another way…

Photography is such a subjective art.. Always looking to see things in a different light… as it were… The hints and tricks abound… Leading lines , and placement of the ‘subject’ in certain areas of the frame. Quadrants, and zone focusing… Adams, and Cartier-Bresson, and any number of flash (HAH!) in the pan photographers. Fashion photographers, and street photographers, and landscape photographers… Papparazzi… Any style of photographer you can come up with… there’s a practitioner out there who claims it for the one true style… Don’t get me started on style… But as long as you take what is good, and can see your way through the pretentious and the merely stylistic nonsense… as long as you can see your way through the fluff of another trying to convince you to join their cult… you’ll be okay… Don’t let the naysayers and the “anything, as long as it’s new…” campers get to you… In whatever you do… Business, or teaching, or the law… politics… you have to decide. Will you be a sheep, following the …

The gull of my dreams…

  Well, now… It’s been bloody cold around here of late… Highs in the teens would count as a heat wave… It’s been the kind of cold where the merest zephyr of a breeze feels like someone has run you through with their seventeenth best, rusty ol’ serrated steak knife (which they found hanging around in the kitchen junk drawer), and then proceeded to take said knife on a slow little walkabout of your innards… The kind of cold where you warm the car up, and then turn on the heater… and even though air technically hot enough to sterilize surgical instruments is coming out of the vents, you’re still wrapped up in 1,000,006 different layers of thermal… somethings or the other… The kind of cold where you want to cuss like the dickens, every time life requires you to move about in such nasty, brutal stuff, but you’re afraid that your great, great, great, great… great grandchildren will be permanently traumatized by the use of such creatively scandalous language… “Wow, don’t you blow that …