A lock

I love old cemeteries. This picture I took in a Queen's cementery. I always wonder if walking around the dead is a good idea. Still it is better than asking help from people to let us take their photo. I prefer it.

What I like about? The strength of the links and the lock holding them together. I feeel that they bind life and death together and tha if they ever become loose then I would be gone. I feel a strong sense of security on watching this picture. It is odd aht the photo is a hold on a grave that keep the dead in or the living out? You figure.

Evening shot

One evening on a Yale walk, I saw this composition. It was dark -my first thought of a missing opportunity-but I pulled the camera and I shot it. When I got home I found a beautifull game of light among the dark pixes. The light spots break the monotony of a simple image. The separation of shadows and hightlights, crossing diagonal from the upper left to the lower right, is very pleasing to me.

Ramdom thoughts

Now that I am back into photography, many thoughts are in my mind. For example, every DAY millions of photos are taken, what is the worth of a single photo among them? Probably nil...but the fact that we took it. Who care if others appreciate our photos? Maybe the sharing is the thing after all...maybe just that we took a camera, pointed and capture a vision.

So if others do not see what we see? then what? No much...if I care, then we might need psychological counseling because of a weak self esteem, etc.. And finally, why do we take picture? that is really simple, we just like it. I feel really right about it. That is enough.

You might or might not like my pictures. Sorry, that is not even important. I know that my photos, if seen at all, will be seeing for less than 5 sec, so it is not really so important to be seen but to be...what? That is an interesting question that I would not dare to answer.

So why do we take pictures and why do we see pictures? I think that it is really worthwhile to pounder about it. Maybe we find something...maybe it is light emerging from the Real that come to awaken us...a reminder that we exist among things that claim us.

Ruminations on digital display

I walked on the park today.
Now that I returned to photograpy,
I see good pictures everywhere.
All things shout "take me, take me."
What I have? A tinie little camera: Sony Cybershot DSC-220.
Shame, shame, shame.
I use this camera to take pictures at work.
My old trusty D70 is hidden behind boxes in
storage after our move to NC.

Thanks God the D90 is coming this Tuesday.
But still 4 years without engaging photography.
What is my view? Photoshop feels overwhelming
and the mind is set on NOT taking images to be
printed but to be digitally displayed.
I want to have images that talk to my soul
and to enter in a dialogue of beauty and wonder.
What a change!

I think that the days of printing images are over.
-Hey..I am a photoprinter expert, that I know.-
Still, I think that the future looks like full of
wonderfull images on hanging digital frames.
So maybe instead of of purchasing a new Epson printer,
I should be considering purchasing digital picture frame.
Oh well, that is something for later...
the photo art world is quickly changing and I believe that the
days of photoprinting are over.

Here is an image that I composed several years ago. It is somewhat complex,
full of meaning..Still....it is too intellectual and lacking depth.

A first love, a first love.
So many memories riding on my old D70
soon to be replaced with my upcoming D90.
Sky or heaven...
give me a picture and I am happy.
I give you this old one,
greeting me 4 years back.
"Embriatos, the young."

Today I wonder...
Poetry and photography.
They have so much in common.
That blend feels right.

However, that is a topic for another day.
Here is my dancing ghosts.
I feel joy watching this image.
Why?
A conversation between multiple elements.
I love colors...
even though it could be a nice B&W..
But then we would lose a magical blue.

First image

I tell you a secret:
I took the last image with an iphone camera.
Really?
It just happened. I did not intend it.
I saw the birds flying and I thought: take it, take it....
so I pulled the phone and took the image.
When I reviewed the photos I was amazed:
A great composition ;
See how the upper and lower side of the image talk to each other.
How the hightlights and the shadows talk to each other;
How the birds arrived and listen to the clouds and share their
long stretched views of life:
a light conversation. A delight.
Oleh!!!!

I am alive-->Just created.
Photography.
Why?
Because I like images?
Why?
Because I do.
A moment...please...
Let me show you my last image...
here it is:
welcome to my world.