I’m laying on my back in Bryant Park. The grass feels wet though forecasted rain has yet to fall. The sky is getting dark. The city actually seems a little bit quieter. Less sirens. My guess is people take a break from getting hurt, hurting each other, and stealing things around dinner time.
There’s less people in the park than before. Their noise replaced by Love’s Labour Lost performed over speakers at one end of the park and the two women near by made deaf by years of high decibel story telling between each other. It’s nice to hear the accents though.
Yoga is spontaneous, like yawning, in the park. Little kids do yoga next to adults. There are a few upside down people opposite the play. They shake beneath each other weight. Other people try not to look.
When people talk about others we call it gossip. When people talk about themselves we call them self-centered. What else is there to talk about I wonder. I’m hearing a lot about some woman from the two on my left. They are gossiping. I’m telling you about it; I am gossiping.
The sky is a mixture of black and the blue of a glow in the dark stick if it were almost out of energy. A little girl’s rubber band launched paper helicopter stands out against the subtle light. Her father misses ever attempt at catching it.
80% of people are wearing head phones and/or staring at their phones, like me. All of us secretly hoping to meet someone new. Someone attractive. Someone who simultaneously makes us feel good about ourselves and makes us want to be better people. If it doesn’t happen in the moments between looking at our phones and looking at our phones…
I’m no exception. I’m just waiting for the rain to force me to go home.
I reached down into my right pocket and produced a few coins. With out even counting my small treasure I offered it to this old man. One hand with coins, the other with camera, I asked to pay him for his portrait. He reply was incoherent, even in his foreign language, but the enthusiasm felt like ‘yes.’ Him being a beggar and I, begging for a portrait, I felt that we were both making out in this transaction. I was wrong.I only did one more portrait of a beggar after this. It makes me feel terrible that the lines on their faces, etchings of difficult lives, make this photo great. Even though I can do nothing to alter his path, I feel like I took advantage.
We spent the day in a jeep cruising through Pianacavallo, in the mountains. I stepped out of the truck in alpine and took a look at the forest. Having always wanted to try a photo like this I began experiment with the forest to figure out how to get the shot.
Shot accomplished entirely in camera.
The important aspect of capturing this painterly effect was keeping my shutter at 1/5th of a second. ISO 200. I changed aperture according to available light. I captured a variety of different forest angles but what I found works best is:
1) to make sure your forest gets continually darker as it gets deeper.
2) make sure you do not capture any sky in the frame. Its not pleasing.
This image was taken looking down hill through the forest from a vantage (the road). Beginning with my camera looking at my toes (covered with mosquitoes) and moving the camera up in a smooth arch.
Photo was edited in Camera Raw for exposure and balance.
Edited in Photoshop for luminosity and interest.
See Before and After below
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