Back to the Gardens with the Plastic Optic, in color this time.
All at f4 or f5.6 (I think) with the Sony a700.
Phriday Photo Gallery: Gardens in Plastic Color
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Monthly Archives: July 2013
Rainbow Cathedral
A color version from the Garden series.
Lovely and strange rainbow lens flare of the Lensbaby Plastic Optic. It happens often with this optic when shooting into the sun. One of the things that Lensbabies do so well–take what is usually considered optic weaknesses or flaws (in this case, chromatic aberration and lens-flare) and turn them into a strengths.
Cartography II
Of course we are all lost. We have been lost many times before. Off course, we all search. We have been searching for a long time. We search for some sense but history proves that this proves nothing. What we seek and search for, time, we will never have, we can never touch or grasp or collect. Still we suck at it like an empty teat and vanish right along with it. .the point . the quest. meets the dragons of the horizon. Some drag that same horizon around like a brittle map. Some scream in the square at passers-by, “Look! Here, where the ocean meets the sky! Here it is! I have found it!” Some look away. Some shuffle their feet on by some loony preaching kingdoms of lost treasures and flatness. We know how these things go. We’ve heard these stories before. Zeno’s been there. His fleet-footed friend is never fast enough. We hurry home, loose hopes like flocks out to pasture, and throw found prayers at the forever locked and stricken horizon. our noses fall off for us we the de- and in- spite of all faces we are not particles this particularity this peculiarity is yet we spin in the same spaceless circles we cannot find our waste precious time searches for what cannot be found without or within (but) what does the searching (we) must be who we are Aren't we that which makes us wonder? Aren't we that wonder which makes us? Are we what wonder makes?
Peek-a-boo
Original Lensbaby
Original Magpie
Phriday Photo Gallery: Gardens in Plastic Black and White, Part 2
More from the Botanical Gardens with the Lensbaby Plastic Optic.
Ok, technically the last two are split-toned (yes, by a color-blind guy) but…its just the two tones…
All f4 or f5.6 (I think). Sony a700.
Glass Masks: quote, deconstructed quote, quotidian construction
“This carnal organism, born from a mother’s womb and destined to end as dust, is the great equalizer of beings.” --S. Batchelorno matter carefully Mara is analyzed classified, the devil eludes define him, one risks losing slips through the bars of the cage contain him polymorphous perversity effectively communicated representing figuratively a personality alone can contain the puzzle multiplicity we humans metaphor (for) the devil Words concepts order sense something devilish about we think and speak Mara snares into the structure language itself this leaking frame is inescapable fragility and impersonality our condition decay, smells, aches, seizures, breakdowns mockery of the self contained personality we struggle our pools meet in the void of minds our ripples interfere they will be the same self-stilling calmness that sees no interference patterns the best that we could hope for a blending of similar wave-patterns of interference a co-mingling of forms and rings and ripples blending into faces that see not faces but the water behind the mind see the glass mask hear the tremor in the voice and feel the shaky grasp of rough hands, callused hands, hands soft with fear and touched by time they feel the tremors of the tension of the grasp that holds too tightly after all, this mask is transparent I peel the skin from my face show you the viscera and bone beneath my eyes this vision floats above that surface reflecting an image
A Prayer Like Gravity 