Is there any phrase more ominous than “you need to see exactly what you’ve done”?
11/22/63
Ominous Fade
Black and White Challenges
senimo
“We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.”
― Hermann Hesse
flowing – 200mm, ISO 200, f/7.1, 1/200s
soaring – 92mm, ISO200, f/8.0, /250s
enfolding – 95mm, ISO200, f/8.0, 1/250s
stretching – 92mm, ISO200, f/9.0, 1/320s
(for tech of the month: black and white, part of photo 101 rehab from lucile de godoy and perelincolors)
*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 70-200mm f/4 lens and edited in lightroom cc with simple mono conversion and lens profile correction*
fit
weaving, back and
forth
his memories clashed
coalesced
the smell of those sneakers
melded and
left him
remembering, how once he knew
where he
fit
(my fifth of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert
(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk on the edge of town)
(oh, and as my fifth and final nomination, I’d like to invite jane lurie, if she feels so inclined, to share with you her perspective on “how photography helps people to see” through five black and white images and stories…)
*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, and justine’s electic corner #7, with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, photoshop cc, and silver efex pro 2, a layered blend of belgrade and brüssel*
weaving
― george eliot
why’re we
here, he
thought
trapped, in a web of
our own
making, or
had he fallen, and
changed into,
what?
(my fourth of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert
(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk on the edge of town)
(oh, and as my fourth nomination, I’d like to invite alexandra, if she feels so inclined, to share with you her perspective on the streets of sofia and other places through five black and white images and stories…)
*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, photoshop cc, silver efex pro 2 and analog efex pro 2 double exposure filter applied, what a tangled web we weave*
why’re
Sitting up, his eyes
excoriated by
the searing light,
he remembered
more.
A shout, just before he tripped, the barking, of
his dog.
And now,
now,
he was trapped, tied,
as tightly, as if by
wire.
(my third of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert
(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk on the edge of town)
(oh, and as my third nomination, I’d like to invite john, if he feels so inclined, to share with you his perspective on scotland and india through five black and white images and stories…)
*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 wet plate filter, perspective barbed*
sitting
He was,
The memory of the sneakers fading, as the footsteps passed over head. Haunted by the thought of, the chair. Nestling in the lap of, his master, or was the lap…
…his
(my second of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert
(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk with the dead in brüssel)
(oh, and as my second nomination, I’d like to invite miz roket to share her unique blend of serbian/norwegian culture with you through five black and white images and stories…)
*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 wet plate filter and converted to mono with silver ex pro 2, walking sitting with the dead*
locked in
Awakening from the unending nightmare.
Head pounding, eyes on fire.
Mouth dry.
Vision blurred. His memory worse.
The blow to the head.
The smell of damp earth.
The memory of a pair of sneakers that seemed so disturbingly familiar.
Reaching out. Cold wire, sharp and unyielding.
He was locked
in.
(my first of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert
(and inspired by a dreadful awakening)
(oh, and as my first nomination, I’d like to invite cardinal guzman to share more of this…)
*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 double exposure filter and converted to mono with silver ex pro 2, disbelief suspended*
andy townend 