I'm still scraping the barrel. Here's another image of Clevedon Pier.
Saturday, 24 September 2016
Hear That Sound?
Labels:
Alpha 77,
Clevedon,
landscape,
photography,
Sony
Location:
Clevedon, UK
Saturday, 10 September 2016
Pier-ing At The Sea
Those of you who've been paying attention - and if not, why not? - may remember that, way back in February, I posted some images of Clevedon Pier.
Anyway, I seem to have hit a bit of an impasse with my current crop of images, so I searched back through stuff that I've taken this year and came across this one, which I hadn't processed, due to the presence of some extraneous elements in the frame.
A few minutes spent with GiMP, and here we have it. You may notice that I've gone for a non-standard format, but this image really needed it. The result is probably, of the three that I've posted, closest to the image in my head when I released the shutter.
Also, I do like the Lowry-esque figure near the middle of the frame, I think it's presence adds something.
Anyway, I seem to have hit a bit of an impasse with my current crop of images, so I searched back through stuff that I've taken this year and came across this one, which I hadn't processed, due to the presence of some extraneous elements in the frame.
A few minutes spent with GiMP, and here we have it. You may notice that I've gone for a non-standard format, but this image really needed it. The result is probably, of the three that I've posted, closest to the image in my head when I released the shutter.
Also, I do like the Lowry-esque figure near the middle of the frame, I think it's presence adds something.
Labels:
Alpha 77,
Clevedon,
landscape,
photography,
Sony
Location:
Clevedon, UK
Wednesday, 7 September 2016
Shockproof
How, I hear you cry, has he made this image?
Well, its a bit of a cheat, to be honest.
Many years ago and apropos of nothing that I'm aware of, my father bought an ornament making kit. This included some chemicals and a couple of moulds, the idea being that you could make an acetate block containing items of your own choosing.
My father chose an old watch and some pre-decimal coins. I must have been around five years old at the time and I have a relatively clear memory of them being made - the smell of the chemicals being the strongest impression.
These two object d'art hung around my parent's house for years, and now they're found their way into our house. God knows why - they're not that attractive and the block with the coins has scraps of newspaper stuck in the surface of the acetate - but they seem to have survived every cull of unwanted items.
And now here one of them is, immortalised on the web.
Saturday, 3 September 2016
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