This is how I care about everyone’s conviction…
it has been a full week, and my hands are itchy.
But I can’t go out. No. The supposedly default part of life is dragging me away, limped. So all I had was the inner part of the house. With some furniture and whatnot.
Was thinking about cleaning them up a bit for the “portrait” session, but I was too lazy. The very reason I gave to people when they asked me to fix their face. There were times I just couldn’t care less: that’s how you are, that’s how you are captured.
All other things be damned, I’ve been simply lazy…
And look at that vignette fetish.
I guess, we can always find beauty around where we are, if we have the “privilege” to see that. Without that privilege, any place is as mundane as anything horrible that we try to avoid.
Problem is, we are usually the reason of the horribleness. Last time I checked, this place had been more awful. That was last year I suppose. This particular image is a part of a set of images I took quite some years ago. The area was still quite agreeable despite of the trashes, which, I suppose has become the primary element of our custom.
It was such a bright day. Being by the side of the pond, the reflections of light created a dreamy mood. I was attracted by the pattern, and decided to take them all in by dialing f/10. I didn’t really know where the diffraction might come in, but I knew it was safe there at that aperture. To balance the scale I’ve got 1/320 @ ISO 100.
Of course it didn’t look like this before. In fact i was quite “flat” to my taste, also, I thought the reflection of light was of lower intensity than what I thought I had seen.
The statement/paragraph above clearly stated the presence of our assumption upon deciding what constitutes “deep” or even “real” images, there are a lot of factors that would rather have their way. Sometimes we just put them all aside and give in to what is personally pleasing. Sometimes we think we work to achieve balance.
Here I stretched the histogram until I thought I’ve reached the separation, therefore “depth”, without sacrificing necessary details available in the first place. The drowned shadow among the plates of wood has been lost since the beginning, the sun naturally created such contrast. Then I added a bit more vignetting. We may discus the legitimacy of vignettes later on, but for this particular instance, I wanted to create that dreamy mood, which automatically pulls my attention towards the center of the “border.”
Later, I might come up with other ways to satisfy other kind tastes.
clear it out, let them fall… blackenedgreen.
… and how I’d love to be lost sometimes.