17. Reflection - October 6-12, 2013
Byron-
I shot this in Fort Collins, CO last Thursday. The pond was very calm for me. When I finished, the wind came up and there were no more reflections.
This was shot at ISO 400, f11 at 1/500 second. The focal length of the lens was 22 mm. I like the fact that all I have to do is look at the info screen and all that info is there. I couldn't do that with my FE2!
I shot this in Fort Collins, CO last Thursday. The pond was very calm for me. When I finished, the wind came up and there were no more reflections.
This was shot at ISO 400, f11 at 1/500 second. The focal length of the lens was 22 mm. I like the fact that all I have to do is look at the info screen and all that info is there. I couldn't do that with my FE2!
Deron-
Well, this is NOT how this photo was supposed to turn out... my model didn't show up at 7:00 am this morning (she won't be getting a Christmas card), so this is what I've ended up with.
What you're looking at is a reflection of the Wigwam Motel on Route 66 in San Bernardino, CA in my car window. I would rather have used a 1966 Ford Mustang or a '67 Camaro, but I guess a 2003 Subaru Baja with 354,000 miles on it will have to do.
While the Wigwam Motel is a very neat little village of teepee motels, if you could see the surrounding neighborhood, you may opt to stay at a far away Holiday Inn... It sits on the border of Rialto and San Bernardino. The city of San Berdoo filed for bankruptcy, the police force has been depleted and the thugs are running amok... Rialto ain't much better.
Don't get me wrong, the motel is apparently very clean and they get good reviews, so I'd give it a go... just lock your teepee.
Well, this is NOT how this photo was supposed to turn out... my model didn't show up at 7:00 am this morning (she won't be getting a Christmas card), so this is what I've ended up with.
What you're looking at is a reflection of the Wigwam Motel on Route 66 in San Bernardino, CA in my car window. I would rather have used a 1966 Ford Mustang or a '67 Camaro, but I guess a 2003 Subaru Baja with 354,000 miles on it will have to do.
While the Wigwam Motel is a very neat little village of teepee motels, if you could see the surrounding neighborhood, you may opt to stay at a far away Holiday Inn... It sits on the border of Rialto and San Bernardino. The city of San Berdoo filed for bankruptcy, the police force has been depleted and the thugs are running amok... Rialto ain't much better.
Don't get me wrong, the motel is apparently very clean and they get good reviews, so I'd give it a go... just lock your teepee.
Paul-
There is a large and very old (though, honestly, you hear very little about new cemeteries) in Lincoln called Wyuka. This is a Native American word for "place of rest." Befitting such a place--though it is now in the middle of an ever expanding city--its towering trees and expansive acreage gives it a feeling of isolation and comforting remoteness from the surrounding traffic and sprawl. The headstones, sculptures and crypts reflect a wide range of affluence, generation expression, religious backgrounds, and attitudes about what a grave is meant to represent...to the deceased and the community. My personal tastes don't run to massive monoliths of stone and chiseled reliefs for this kind of thing, but there's no arguing with the craft and artistry I saw as I walked down the narrow cobblestone road that snakes through the sections of the cemetery.
The picture I have submitted is a comparatively small portion of a larger statuary and pedestal. I was caught by the figure's enigmatic face, and an unexpectedly sad feeling that it would watch the season's fly by with this detached mien until such time that the very same erased its features. I wonder how paradoxical (or upsetting) the deceased would have found it that I was so taken with the statue that I never thought to look at the person's name...
The sordid details:
Photograph shot at 4:14PM, Sept. 24th. 1/100 sec. at f5.6, ISO 200, 14-45mm lens. Selected from a series of bracketed shots. Monopod used. No animals harmed, no graves trod upon (as far as I know).
There is a large and very old (though, honestly, you hear very little about new cemeteries) in Lincoln called Wyuka. This is a Native American word for "place of rest." Befitting such a place--though it is now in the middle of an ever expanding city--its towering trees and expansive acreage gives it a feeling of isolation and comforting remoteness from the surrounding traffic and sprawl. The headstones, sculptures and crypts reflect a wide range of affluence, generation expression, religious backgrounds, and attitudes about what a grave is meant to represent...to the deceased and the community. My personal tastes don't run to massive monoliths of stone and chiseled reliefs for this kind of thing, but there's no arguing with the craft and artistry I saw as I walked down the narrow cobblestone road that snakes through the sections of the cemetery.
The picture I have submitted is a comparatively small portion of a larger statuary and pedestal. I was caught by the figure's enigmatic face, and an unexpectedly sad feeling that it would watch the season's fly by with this detached mien until such time that the very same erased its features. I wonder how paradoxical (or upsetting) the deceased would have found it that I was so taken with the statue that I never thought to look at the person's name...
The sordid details:
Photograph shot at 4:14PM, Sept. 24th. 1/100 sec. at f5.6, ISO 200, 14-45mm lens. Selected from a series of bracketed shots. Monopod used. No animals harmed, no graves trod upon (as far as I know).
Kevin-
I considered many ideas relating to this week's theme. Reflections in water, reflections of sunrise or sunset on skyscrapers, etc. I finely decided to play with a self portrait idea, with me and the camera reflected in a mirror. But as I looked around the home for a place to shoot the image a new idea took over completely. These are simple reflections in the wall-to-wall mirror in our master bath. I deliberately left the scene as-is, full of real-life clutter. But what makes the image special is the reflection of the art hanging on the wall. That piece of art was created by WPOTM's own Paul in 1986, and has probably been hanging in this space since just after our home was built in 1995.
I considered many ideas relating to this week's theme. Reflections in water, reflections of sunrise or sunset on skyscrapers, etc. I finely decided to play with a self portrait idea, with me and the camera reflected in a mirror. But as I looked around the home for a place to shoot the image a new idea took over completely. These are simple reflections in the wall-to-wall mirror in our master bath. I deliberately left the scene as-is, full of real-life clutter. But what makes the image special is the reflection of the art hanging on the wall. That piece of art was created by WPOTM's own Paul in 1986, and has probably been hanging in this space since just after our home was built in 1995.