a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
Four of my classmates and I had just completed our final presentations for Exploratory Practice and adjourned to the Graphics Studio to unwind. The afternoon sun was streaming brightly through the western windows and Luna kindly allowed me to shoot a few quick snapshots of her in the golden light.
Continuing in the studio, here are some more digital polaroid test shots, preparatory to shooting with the Pentax 645.
And with that, there may be a drop in posts over the next few days. The film has been developed and scanned but there’s much work still to do, and preparations for the Lightbox show. Perhaps surprising now that I’m doing a photography full-time, I haven’t been shooting a whole lot and have no new images. Stay tuned.
While we waited to go into the studio, I couldn’t help but notice the stunning reflective sunglasses of my classmate, who kindly agreed to be photographed. My camera, reflected separately in each lens, came out looking like I was focusing a particularly large pair of binoculars on her.
Another shot of a window reflection of someone in another row of the train.
Coming from NYC, I’ve never had an apartment with so much direct sunlight.
I had already passed by this woman when it registered that the bouquet she was holding was made up not of flowers but of Autumn leaves. I asked her if I could take her picture with the leaves an she agreed. We chatted very briefly about how beautiful they were and I asked her if they were for a project and she said yes. Then I was on my way.
As part of our photography course we were inducted into the mysteries of studio lighting. My classmate Kota graciously allowed me to use this shot I took testing my flash meter use and ability to trigger the Bowens light from the transmitter atop my camera.
I’m not sure what she was doing but it involved the mirror and I signaled to her to take her picture and she assented.
On the way back to Dublin from Donegal we passed through Northern Ireland again. Along the way we stopped at one point and I met this friendly man who was riding with his blue mascot as part of a benefit to help prevent suicides.
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