Street Shots 2

Argh, blogger is so annoying! I tried to undo some typing on my last post and it deleted the whole thing!!

I took these shots at the bottom of Slade Rd. The weather was quite dull and dreary, so I didn't think the images would stand out well if they were in colour. Taking influence from the Wille Doherty exhibition we went to when we went to Wolverhampton, I did the shots in Black and White because the contrast in them made the images stand out alot more and drew you in.

 I think this was the best image that I took. The monochrome look really helps to set the scene. The block in the middle is the first thing that draws you in. the leaves scattered around it, the pillars that keep the scene contained. It all fells empty, but there is alot of info in there to create your own narrative.

 I could have composed this one better. I don't think there is alot going on here and maybe the mid-tones could be changed, if I was to retake this image.

 Another one of my favourites. I love the contrast and  how the different objects work against each other quite well. I don't thing I had an idea in mind when I took this, I was just looking around and waiting for something to catch my interest. I guess they work together quite well because they both have a similar function. At the bus stop you are sitting and waiting and the same can be said for the bench.

Street shots

Looking through my blog I thought I put this up my Street shots, sorry if i'm putting this up a tad late. I find landscape photography really hard to do, because i'm more comfortable create scenes from my own ideas, with landscape everything is already laid out for you to work with and it's hard to pick a specific spot to hone on to.

I took this while we were walking around Wolverhampton  and I thought the street looked quite warm and inviting even though the day was cold and quite dull. I went to Gimp to try and recreate how I thought the street should look. I altered the saturation and tried to make the corners look like there were light leaks at the corners. I'm not too sure it looks right. I think I may invest in a lomo camera, because I want to test some ideas on an actual Holga camera to see if they would work well. Can we develop coloured film at college?

This was my first attempt that didn't turn out too well.
Should I have Saturated the above picture with more colour like I did with this one?

Ideas...

Is it ok that I don't take many alot of photos for the time being? I want to come up with ideas and sketches and gather materials to make my ideas even better. I'll do test shots, though.

Leah Johnson

http://leahjohnston.com/index.html

Her blog

I really like her ideas behind her photographs. The thoughts behind them are really introspective and her images provide enough narrative to make you think and understand her world.

Valley of Regret

"You came to me this evening
In the shadow of a kiss
I thought that I had lost you
To the early morning mist
You took a humble helping
While I took all I could get
You took my heart and hid it
In the valley of regret

I trembled in your branches
Like a newly opened leaf
I was a shipwrecked sailor
That was waiting for relief
Who sacrificed his body
To the ocean in your debt
And took his final breathe inside
The valley of regret

Eclipsed by lust, we reveled in
The irony of youth
I took to magic mirrors
That did not reflect the truth
You took to making altars
To a secret statuette
Who ever would have thought
we’d find the valley of regret?

You damaged me with rainbows.
I ravaged you with rain.
I thought the only way to love
Was through a path of pain
We sang our sappy love songs
As our summer sun was set
Then burnt our angry torches
In the valley of regret

I’m fighting on the battle lines
I’m giving it my best
I probably will die here
But at least I took the test
I’m raging for the glory
And I’m running for the sweat
I’m taking all my chances
In the valley of regret."

"I brace myself for another
repeat.
The inhale/exhale of all things.
I ask myself
If I can handle
The ebb and flow
Which will sustain
And eventually damn me.

Does it matter if I don’t have a choice?

I feed the meter.
I read the scriptures.
I heed the words of my elders
Who tell me
To stitch sturdy knots in the fabric of my potential
Who tell me
To fear the great and inevitable
Consequence.

My skull is seething
I feel my bones begging
For a revolution that may never come
When I may cast off the shackles of polite existence
And go back
To eating berries."

Cycles of Sadness

                                            

                                         Step 1:Reach till it hurts

                                                         Step 2: Break