All shot with a Canon 7D, and the Canon 60mm EFS. F2.6 and a little fill flash. Manfrotto tripod.
These are bonus shots, the rest are at my blog at the link.
A Hazy Day In The San Gabriel Mountains
Just to get out and practice with the newer lenses and keep our skills sharp we headed up into the San Gabriel Mountains. First up by Baldy Village and Glendora Ridge Road then out and up the 39 to Burro Canyon.
California South Coast Tidepools
Just a tad north of Laguna Beach there are spectacular rocks and nice beaches. The December neap or low tides are a sight to behold for the slightly adventurous. One can just clamber out on the rocks and take it all in. Donna and I took the cameras and our macro lenses and had at it. Low tide was at high noon, so the light was a little harsh. Not too bad as the winter sun is still low enough to throw long shadows at our latitude. But ask any photographer about noon light and you’ll probably see a wince before the answer.
Way out there are the rocks with the pools.
Embiggen & More: Ballard Light Capture: California South Coast Tidepools
If the title of this Page is making you twitch, please be sure to read the entire thing before responding as the title was the choice of the author (or maybe his editors) and I simply left it as is.
I was going through the Pages this morning, and following a link to the source article on one of them eventually led me to this essay, which I found very touching. The author didn’t stop being an atheist, but he did have a big change of heart in how he views people’s desire/need to believe & the role religion plays in their lives.
In a nutshell, by walking away from his privileged Wall Street world and entering the world of South Bronx addicts as a photographer, he was able to see things from a completely different—and for him, alien—perspective. This triggered an empathy that had been numbed by his lifestyle and being surrounded by people who largely lived & thought like he did.
Read the excerpt below, or better yet the full source article, then I’ll continue:
Preacher Man’s eyes narrowed. He pointed at me, “You are an APE-IEST. An APE-IEST. You going to lead a life of sin and end in hell.”
Three years later I did escape my town, eventually receiving a PhD in physics, and then working on Wall Street for 20 years. A life devoted to rational thought, a life devoted to numbers and clever arguments.
During that time I counted myself an atheist and nodded in agreement as a wave of atheistic fervor swept out of the scientific community and into the media, led by Richard Dawkins. […]
I eventually left my Wall Street job and started working with and photographing homeless addicts in the South Bronx. When I first walked into the Bronx I assumed I would find the same cynicism I had towards faith. If anyone seemed the perfect candidate for atheism it was the addicts who see daily how unfair, unjust, and evil the world can be.
None of them are. Rather they are some of the strongest believers I have met, steeped in a combination of Bible, superstition, and folklore. […]
In these last three years, out from behind my computers, I have been reminded that life is not rational and that everyone makes mistakes. Or, in Biblical terms, we are all sinners. […]
I look back at my 16-year-old self and see Preacher Man and his listeners differently. I look at the fragile women praying and see a mother working a minimum wage custodial job, trying to raise three children alone. Her children’s father off drunk somewhere. I look at the teenager fingering a small cross and see a young woman, abused by a father addicted to whatever, trying to find some moments of peace. I see Preacher Man himself, living in a beat up shack without electricity, desperate to stay clean, desperate to make sense of a world that has given him little.
They found hope where they could. […]
As I said, I was very moved by Mr. Arnade’s essay, so I went off in search of his work. Below is an embedded slideshow from Flickr, where he has 1000+ photos. I’d strongly suggest going to his actual Flickr photostream to see the larger images, just be aware that they are very gritty & real and some are NSFW.
He also has a Tumblr blog here, telling people’s stories. As with the Flickr page, some of the entries should be considered NSFW.
Nobody can deny but religion is a comfort to the distressed, a cordial to the sick, and sometimes a restraint on the wicked; therefore, whoever would laugh or argue it out of the world, without giving some equivalent for it ought to be treated as a common enemy. —Lady Mary Wortley Montague
I realize some of you may disagree, perhaps vehemently, with everything above. Thats fine, it’s your prerogative as an LGF member (and I readily admit I’m not sure I agree with Mr. Arnade 100% myself).
That said, as always, my reason for posting these types of Pages is to seek common ground and possibly learn something new through discussion. I look forward to reading and responding to thoughtful, rational, civil comments.
New gear is always fun and always brings a challenge or two. These were shot in the last hour or two as I get a handle on the new lens. The auto focus range limiter was helpful. So was the focus feature in the camera that locks on movement.
The new lens on the camera
The first commercially available color photographic process, Autochrome, was introduced in the United States in 1907. Alfred Stieglitz and George Seeley soon began experimenting with it, but it was not until the nineteen-fifties that color photography began to come into its own as an artistic medium, in the work of Ernst Haas, Helen Levitt, and others. This was the generation of the photographer Saul Leiter, the Pittsburgh-born son of a Talmudic scholar, who photographed the streets of New York City for six decades and died this week at the age of eighty-nine.
Leiter was perhaps the most interesting of the fifties color photographers in his use of form. His bold chromaticism, off-center composition, and frequent use of vertical framing attracted attention—the work reminded people of Japanese painting and Abstract Expressionism—and he was included in “Always the Young Strangers,” an exhibition curated by Edward Steichen at the Museum of Modern Art in 1953. But Leiter didn’t court fame, and though he continued to work, his photographs almost vanished from public view. Then they came back to light in 2006, with “Saul Leiter: Early Color,” a monograph published by Steidl. The book brought him belated recognition, gallery representation, a stream of publications, and a new generation of fans.
There is also an obituary this week at the Times: nytimes.com
Some samples of his work can be seen here: flopetersgallery.com
But it’s the New Yorker’s piece you really want to read.
Thank you, Mr. Leiter.
Did you know that scientifically there are three different types of tears? I didn’t. I find that fascinating. Now if only someone could convince Ms. Fisher to photograph bitter wingnut tears—I’d pay good money for a poster of that. LOL
Photographer Rose-Lynn Fisher captures tears of grief, joy, laughter and irritation in extreme detail. Above: Tears of timeless reunion, photo © Rose-Lynn Fisher, courtesy of the artist and Craig Krull Gallery, Santa Monica, CA
In 2010, photographer Rose-Lynn Fisher published a book of remarkable images that captured the honeybee in an entirely new light. By using powerful scanning electron microscopes, she magnified a bee’s microscopic structures by hundreds or even thousands of times in size, revealing startling, abstract forms that are far too small to see with the naked eye.
Now, as part of a new project called “Topography of Tears,” she’s using microscopes to give us an unexpected view of another familiar subject: dried human tears. […]
With free access to the right tools, I do fire photography from time to time. So I look at fire a little differently than most. On that day the fire looked back. The image is unaltered apart from some crop, contrast and color balance. Easily the most intriguing shot in years for me personally. A little creepy.
Really had a wonderful time at the Huntington. The annual Orchid show was in and it was natural beauty beyond measure.