A young man stepped off the boat, walking toward the hills. The crew had gone to the bar, but too young to drink, he had stayed behind. He didn’t mind. There was no privacy on the boat, no quiet, and the mountain had been calling him for days. His only boots were for working the ship, not suited for hiking, but they sufficed. He climbed for hours, unheeding of the…
We’d been out shooting photos, and were on our way home when we decided to stop at a local brewery for a beer. The inside of the place reeked of hops, much moreso than other breweries I’ve been to, so we sat out on the patio. The sun was setting, and the clouds were absolutely gorgeous. Looking up, I was struck by how the lights and shadows stood out against…
I could shoot urban photography all day. It’s something that fascinates me, especially areas that are deserted or in a state of urban decay. The idea of uninhabited cities or towns is appealing to me in a sorrowful, wistful kind of way, because of the energy vacuum created from the total lack of inhabitants. It had been a while since I went on an outing for the sole purpose of…
Continuing with the “refresh my skills for things I used to do” theme, this is a digital manipulation of a photo I took. I used to be active in the online graphic design groups, and we would have weekly challenges to do just this sort of thing. While back then I primarily used Photoshop, this was all done with mobile device tools.
I’m not really that big on kaleidoscope images. I like the actual things, and will lose myself in them for good periods of time, but that’s because they’re dynamic and always changing. Still images don’t really have that magic for me. This one is an exception though, so after how long it took me to get something I liked, I figured I’d use it .
Years ago, when cell phone cameras were in their infancy, I started a project I called c3. I would shoot photos on my cell, as-is, with no after effects or photo manipulation. Because the quality and resolution were so terrible, it often produced wonderful images. Now, however, with cell phone cameras having the same resolution of many digital SLRs, it’s harder to get that kind of image without resorting to…
He opened his eyes, exhaling slowly into the dark. The tears had gone, the punishing waves of sorrow and anger ebbed, their vacancy replaced by the aches in his stomach and jaw, exhausted from hours of repeated clenching. He’d lost track of the details – holes in the walls, scratches and bruises, unsilenceable screams. They, like the others of laughter and love, companionship and support, were unraveled threads in a…