Photos need to show something. Photos need to be clear and precise. Photos need to be sharp. That has always been my mantra. No manipulation of any kind other than boosting a bit of contrast and saturation.
Yet, there seems to be a whole world out there that screams the contrary. Once I got a book as a gift that stated that Out of Focus was good and that “in focus” was not the norm.
Now is the time to post the colourful pictures of fall. The reds, yellows and browns are everywhere. At least in this part of the country. Before we know it, that colour will give way to the greys and blacks before snow comes and covers that all up.
By then it will be time for me to post the warmth of the colours of fall. Right now, everyone is depleting their stock of colourful pictures to post in record time. So I will have something to look forward to. For now, it’s time for the wonderful world of closeup and micro.
Summer, that is. And like every year, we think we hardly did anything during this precious summer time. “Too short to mention!” is what I often hear from people. Yet when I make a list of things I did do during summer time, the balance is somewhat different.
The start of the summer is usually around or after May Long Weekend, the last weekend in May. Grass and reeds are still dead, but birds are already there for the new shoots.
Pictures in the dark often reveal more than the darkness can hold back. The mood is different from the same shots during daytime. Over the years I have taken quite a few nighttime shots. Identifying them all was a bit of a hassle, but I found a way.
Or at least a Lightroom plugin found a way. It found around 7000 pictures that were shot between 10pm and 7am. Most of them were night shots.
A weekend with a friend is more like it. Yet silence was a lot on the menu. It was time to take a break from the city’s noise and humdrum. The incessant sirens of emergency vehicles on business trips had started to work on my nerves. Even more when only for a short time you can sleep with your window open. That doesn’t happen much in this part of the world.
So when a friend of mine proposed to go fishing for the weekend, I thought I’d go for it. Yet my fishing is more with a camera than with a rod. To each his own, I’d say.