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q + 06
i'm actually really proud of these. none of these are cropped, and have very basic tone edits and light sharpening. f/5.6 on 1&2, f/2.8 on 3.
in #1, the lines lead your eye toward the radio tower but what I think really hits here is the partial framing of the power lines. something about not showing the whole form on the objects that are in focus, up front, and largest does something.
#2 has missed focus? something is off about its sharpness but thats really my only complaint. the lines on all sorts of different levels of depth and angles and textures throw your eye all around the place, and settle on the intense form of the power transformer thing. the bird is at the center of it all but is secondary, it contrasts the transformer more than it exists as its own form.
#3 shows the softness of the 06 lens wide open: zoomed in the grass is not as defined as i'd like it to be but again, this is a minor complaint. the 3 distinct layers. grass, a simulacra of nature, swallowing pricey town homes which have swallowed the true nature (if you can call any nature here "true" at this point) around them, pooling up and rising into the void above.
the event had an opt-out from photos where people could wear neon wristbands, but in practice it's kinda impossible to tell who in the audience is actually wearing one cuz most of the time both of a persons wrists aren't visible, so i took it as an interesting limitation to crop and rotate heavy to get only the action in the shots. pretty fun stuff. shot with a manual focus 28mm on apsc so i had to be riiight up on the pool to get these shots. i'm still trying to get the oil out of my lens and camera heh.. a good pile more of these photos will end up here in the near future
nines does sequential documentation of a day that was way too hot but healing all the same.
cuddling by the fan, trying to beat the heat with the cats, cooling off in the library, reading comics, wandering down the street to get a drink and some gyros, back home and melting in the heat even as the sun sets, discovering the ac and watching star trek with the cat, then working on the house, hanging on the porch enjoying the breeze, ending the day with drinks on the curb
i miss: my cat, my friends, bidets, toilets, washing my hands, showers, baths, just really everything associated with having running water (turns out that was a cool invention [i wish public bathhouses existed here that would solve a lot of my problems right now]), air conditioning, insulated living spaces, the list goes on
i dont miss: the extreme psychological torture, having to drive like 30 minutes to ever do anything
let's see how long this lasts
first, what we were greeted with when we first arrived,
second, a view out of one of the windows,
third, a view of the new bridge to canada from the nearby boat launch that is fiercely guarded by a lot robocop
poisoned shadow sweeping across the land, a giant needle and thread, a cult who eats godslime to become children again
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That softness on the second one makes it feel almost like a painting. And the grass in the bottom one makes me think of wind, or of miniature terrain.