AS ABOVE …
… so below. To some. Others just point and click, serendipity rules.
I never invested vast sums of money in photography courses—the camera does it all for us these days, we point, clutch to ‘auto’, and the camera spits out the shot.
I never invested vast sums of time in learning the ins and outs of making glossies, prints, half-tones, high-key, low-key and other esoteric stuff. All very arty-crafty in its time, effectively redundant now.
We no longer need visit the chemist for our prints. Or the photo-shops. Or fall victim to furtive habits in darkened rooms, involving much giggling, chemistry, and occasional screams or muffled curses; all strictly temperature controlled and timed down to the second on (get this~!) ‘tick-tock’ time pieces. You want to develop? You want it enlarged? You should be so old-fashioned …
it’s all done today by the magic of dancing electrons. No longer is photography an arcane art involving years of apprenticeship and study; the whole process is in your hands—make of it what you will. No films to buy, no films to load or cassettes to change (“thirty-four, click, thirty-five, click, thirty-six click, ~bugger! Out of ammo!”).
Depending on the money spent on the magic card and/or the definitions chosen your wee camera can hold hundreds if not thousands of images (or movies of so inclined). Sure beats having a horse-drawn wagon filled with darkroom tent and a huge box on a massive tripod into which you insert the single-shot wet plate … aaaah, we wuz real photographers in them days!
SO THE CHALLENGE WAS
Point Of View (POV). The great thing about POV is that give it a good spiel and you can justify any shot, such as with my first below (which doubtlessly some might cynically believe is left over from the ‘texture’ series. Good call, but wrong, I took that snap when out on my walk an hour or so ago)—
—and I call it “Holy pie”. Think of it as a wee visual pun, originally I was going to call it “Eureka! Mathematical impossibility becomes concrete reality!” I was playing about with circles, holes, formulae; and the fact that here is physical proof that it is possible to square the circle …
In New Zealand if taking someone into our confidence we often say (you have to peer around craftily and cover one corner of your mouth with the back or your hand whilst doing so) “Just between you, me, and the gatepost—” … so if you’ve never seen it, this (above) is that very gatepost.
NOW the eye is drawn irresistibly to the humanic figure in the foreground. If you saw ‘him’ as the subject you could almost be right, but actually I was using him as a metafor phor the state of the average human being in the present global economic and warfare systems.
My actual subject is the gathering storm approaching from the deep south behind him. Blissfully unaware, and unable anyway to face the truth he’s happy to bask in the sunlight and watch me pounding my path. Usually I just wave as I go by. Dunno why I bovva, Guv, ‘e never waves back …
THIS NEXT is just a variation on one of yesterday’s. I’ve been advised that iPhoto can do more than be a mere ‘shoebox for prints’, so I’m learning to tweak. Tweaking is good, tweaking is fun, we should tweak more often …
I’ll have a poke about in me old ‘ditty box’ to see if there are any ‘unusual POV’ shots therein. My ditty box is iPhoto and there’s several thousand shots in there so don’t wait up—I may be quite some time …