Tag: photography
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Its all about the framing.
I snapped this picture down at our local supermarket.I would like to tell you that I carefully selected the framing to highlight the juxtaposition of sensual curves and industrial bold blocks of shading. But truth is, I was getting the manual focus situated so I could snap a pidgeon and I accidently pressed the shutter…
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Smoking in the moment.
I’m really happy with this photo. The focus is sharp. The composition is good and the contrast between the man’s white beard and cigarette, and the greyscale background pops. I’ll give myself a nine out of ten. … Smoking. It’s one of those things that despite the overwhelming evidence of its badness, is still habituated…
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Searching for the perfect card.
It is my birthday next Thursday and Kelly is leaving no stone unturned looking for the perfect birthday card for me. Even if it means going through every rack in the dollar shop. … The maths keeps telling me that I’m about to turn sixty-one.The physiology vehemently disagrees that this is way under-calculated. And my…
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Black and white rules.
I decided to up my photography skills by setting myself a challenge. To make it more interesting there will be rules.
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Black and white is worth the fight.
I’m working on improving my photography skills right now. This will not be difficult starting from such a low base. Right now, black and white is filling my aesthetic vibe, so for the next little while I’m going to try to post one B&W photo each day that was taken on the previous day. With…
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Berma Coffee
Location: ///dragged.faiths.instincts36°25.6719’S, 150°4.5726’E It’s totally not carbon friendly behaviour to take a 10 hour round roadtrip to Bermagui just get a beverage. But sometimes you just have to say…to heck with it, I need a Berma coffee.
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All Calm.
Becoming a lake has put a lot of things in perspective for me. — Heather Christle Another perfect Autumn day. The best season in Canberra for sure. Coffee beside it, a sheet of antique glass. All calm, we reflect on reflections, sipping black and oatmilk, breathing woodfire and mint.
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Mantis
Sitting outside in the late Autumn sun I didn’t even notice this little green dude as he somehow made his way out onto my forearm. He finally snagged my attention with fore-claw air guitar semaphore and some sort of funky Mantis beat-bobbing. I watch his dance moves for a bit, amazed when he stops and…
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An evening walk through the sculpture garden
Last evening took an aimless evening amble down by Lake Burley Griffin. Sat for a while listening to the music at ‘The Jetty’ food and entertainment precinct. Before we left I threw a couple of ice-cold brews and a bag of savoury snacks into my satchel because who wants to pay $25 bucks for a…
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