I launched this, my latest Project 365, on Monday 13 June 2016 by posting a single photo each day to my Instagram account and to my Flickr account.
I will post an update each Sunday and you can see them all by clicking here.
Watch the skies!
That’s rule number one for a photographer, isn’t it? Fill your frame?
― David Cronenberg, Consumed
For WordPress weekly photo challenge – frame
*Shot with Nikon D700 and AF 80-200mm f/2.8 D lens, ISO200, 200mm f/2.8 1/5000s, edited in Lightroom CC and Analog Efex Pro 2*
See also my contribution on salamancastreets
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
fenced in
ashen
dare you?
laid bare
peeled and scrubbed
baked in
bright red tomatoes
just don’t
yes, indeed
do not remove
out of place
disused
emptied
well stocked
lucky
Images shot at The Old Chapel, near Crickhowell in South Wales, with Nikon D700 in manual mode at ISO200 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 G and Nikkor AF 80-20omm f/2.8 D lenses.
…listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
Hidden away, yet not so very far away, from the asphalted path to (over)heated holiday hell waits a world of standing stone sentinels, chalked up symbolism, whispering reeds, serried rows of silent corn. No queues for petrol, diesel, burgers (nor crushing coronaries). No three-laned black topped road to nowhere (and back again).
No sound, except the wind, and the well of words within.
Shot with Nikon D700 in manual mode and ISO200 with AF Nikkor 80-200mm f/2.8D lens.
There’s no need to raise your voice here. You don’t have to convince anybody of anything, and you don’t have to attract anyone’s attention
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I hear you,
whisper
in the long grass
and in, the reeds
along, the banks.
I hear you,
whisper
in the leaves, of the
trees
and (in) the beards of those
who ride long,
and hard.
I hear you,
whisper
in the (endless) night,
when the stars,
fall,
and (yes)
I hear you, whisper
when you, are
gone.
whisper
This week, my poetry prompt is only a whisper
Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being
― Albert Camus, The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt
Shot on the South Bank with my Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 G lens set at ISO200, f/2.5 and 1/250s, edited in Analog Efex Pro 2
My contribution to this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – Fun
“I don’t wish to be the symbol of anything. I’m only myself”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
All images shot with Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF 80-200mm f/2.8 D lens in manual mode at ISO200 and various combinations of shutter speed and aperture.