I originally took that photo with the colour in mind. But I like the tones of the monochrome.
Ferris wheel
A day in the life
I’m not used to be on the lens end of a camera. I’m usually the one taking the photos, to such an extent that my mother complained a few years ago that when she went over the family photos to create albums of her kids (a thing mums do, I guess), she could only find a few of me. And I’m happy with that.
But recently I decided that I wanted to capture more of everyday life and people around me for my personal record. I’m getting old and I’m increasingly aware of the passage of time and how I can’t go back.
So, this time, a slight departure from the usual ramblings: I’m going to show you a day in my life. If you’re interested in pushing the fun further, we could turn this into a loose collaboration (I know I don’t have a large reach here, but whoever wants to take part is welcome): show me a day in yours.
This post might be long…
Continue reading “A day in the life”Storm
I don’t normally go out when a storm hits, but on that day the storm is receding and I thought I’d check out the shore.
Scaring pigeons
It doesn’t take much to scare pigeons. Even if it gets in the way of their lunch.
Inside Notre Dame
I took this photo a long time ago. I was attracted by the light on the ceiling and the giant window.
Communicating Our Inner World
I see photography not just as the activity of producing images/art/a record, but also as a bridge between our internal landscape and the external world we selectively engage with. While we cannot directly photograph thoughts or emotions (yet), our choices in subject matter, composition, and timing reveal the invisible threads of our inner narrative.
Recursive photo
The recursive aspect of the scene attracted me: taking the photo of a couple looking at a photo showing someone taking the photo of a group of people in front of another group having their photo taken.
Flat bottom boat on the Seine
I like the perspective of the wide angle lens. It stretches the boat that os already quite long. Traditionally, these boats transport coal, gravel, and stones up and down the river.
Shoes and cigarettes
I find sometimes weird what people abandon in the street. How can you abandon your shoes? Do you go home bare feet?
Looking at books
The Notre Dame in the background is pre-fire. The book sellers (“bouquinistes”) traditionally sell old second hand books and art.
