…places where, if you die, you may simply die with the knowledge that your killer was in the wrong
― Lucy Wadham, The Secret Life of France
For WordPress weekly photo challenge – pedestrian
*Shot with Fujifim X100F with fixed 23mm (35mm full frame equivalent) lens at ISO 200, f/4 and 1/120s with a smidgen of editing in Lightroom CC and (my old favourite – and free – plugin) Analog Efex Pro 2*
Strangely transparent, they seemed like windows to a world beyond, but however long I peered into their depths, there was nothing I could see
― Haruki Murakami
For WordPress weekly photo challenge – Windows
There are a lot more windows here and here.
*Shot with Fujifilm X100F with 23mm (35mm fixed frame equivalent) fixed lens, ISO 200, 1/140s at f/5.6 with some added mystery applied with Affinity Photo which, along with Affinity Designer, I’m exploring as a credible Photoshop CC replacement*
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost, and what you had, and what you lost
Dreams – Fleetwood Mac
I took this shot during a walk back in Salamanca before returning to Africa.
Even at the time I took the shot, I was captivated by this painting. Had the artist been there I would indeed have taken it there and then.
But, it was not to be.
There were at least three paintings, each with a dreamlike quality, each stacked against each other, seeming to peel back a layer of the beautiful city which formed a backdrop to the canvases.
And, in preparing this image, I couldn’t resist adding another layer of my own.
For WordPress weekly photo challenge – Layered.
*Made with Fujifilm X100F and 23mm (35mm full frame equivalent) fixed lens, ISO200, f/4 at 1/1500s with an extra layer of oil applied in Photoshop CC*
. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?
‘Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are’
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
stranger, in a strange land
plucked from the earth
roots ripped
torn
stranger, in a strange land
plucked
ripped
torn
stranger, in a strange land
you, smell
so
sweet
This week, I wasn’t sure how to respond to the WordPress weekly challenge ‘surprise‘.
Then, surprisingly, the road caught fire in the middle of the night.
The fire continues to perplex the gas and electricity utility companies, although thankfully, the firemen appear remarkably relaxed as the electric company dig a hole in order to isolate the electric cables.
There may be more ‘surprises’ to come.
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back
– Robert Frost
for wordpress weekly photo challenge – path
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
iced
stirred
tapped
salted
burned
queued
smoked
shovelled
seated
forked
deserved
served
consumed
What happens when people open their hearts?
They get better
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
fingered
(three)legged
resigned
seated
poured
stacked
seated (again)
cooked
spotted
branded
pulled
fried
wired
bugged
A social event involving fried eggs, a certain suspension of disbelief, and a bug.
And, the additional application of manual settings.
This was a tough test of my manual aspirations, I had to adjust ISO, aperture and shutter speed. These images are far from perfect but they were an interesting challenge.
All images were made with my Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 lens.
This time out I chose to shoot in JPEG (fine) and use the Nikon monochrome picture control. Yes, it was an experiment. The images were processed in Lightroom CC but all I did was to make some crops and apply the lens profile adjustments that I referred to in an earlier post.
And you, what do these images say to you?
I never see that prettiest thing-
A cherry bough gone white with Spring-
But what I think, “How gay ‘twould be
To hang me from a flowering tree.
– Dorothy Parker, Not So Deep As A Well
My response to this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo challenge – cherry on top – is (and is meant to be) ambiguous. The olive (which I am strangely proud to have planted, watered and nursed into life) or the lonesome cloud.
Who (which, what) is on top, and does it matter anyway?
(ps – this shot was taken with my iPhone 6S and so is not a particularly good example of my newly embraced manual approach)
