Things in photography that just don’t work out. Shooting into the sun. Moving objects in low light. Subjects behind glass. Except sometimes you break the rules and it’s ok, because it just works. Like this one. In my opinion, anyway. Mrs P sat in her seat on the ferry, refusing to come outside on deck in the early morning cold.
Here’s one of my rather infrequent self portraits. I’ve been missing in action longer than Melania Trump, but no one seems to have noticed. Regardless, here is proof that I’m still alive and kicking. I’m wearing my currrent favourite t-shirt, a snazzy green number by SuperDry. I like the brand alot. It’s good quality and fits nicely. It’s not cheap, but I shop once or twice a year in the sales, using any extra vouchers I can find. I prefer the stuff which has minimal branding, which prevents me from buying about 50% of their clothes due to the foot high logos stamped on them.
An old homeless man plays his harmonica for pesos on the steps of a metro station. I gave him a few pesos. More for the photo than his musical ability. This shot got me through round two of the latest Flickr 64 Challenge, but failed to make it to the Lightbox on DMU. Critics didn’t like the vignetting and processing, and thought I should have just posted the original. Actually, the original sucked. There was a little too much noise, and because of the high contrast range betwwen the interior and exterior of the metro station, the highlights above his head were blown beyond recovery.
My latest project….the most convoluted and freaky self portrait possible. Twelve photos over twelve days, with the images stuck together to produce the full image on Day 13. Here’s the first shot. A slippered foot. Marginally more interesting though, I think, than the twelve days of Christmas.