Criatura

Illusory

A friend invited me a couple years ago to see a waterfall near her city. I was glad to go so we walked; unfortunately half way she slipped and hurt her ankle. While she rested I walked alone, the time seemed slow as if I were in an infinite day, then I saw this bird, more than a bird actually it was a nervous energy in red. In those times I had the Olympus SP-500uz, to shot the bird I had to put the camera in a tripod and elevate the iso, but I hadn’t the former nor I couldn’t do the latter except I wanted a poor image, so just simply shot et voilá: it was perfect, I just could take one photograph to the bird, and to my eyes it was beautiful. If I would be used the camera that I use today, a Sony R1, the image would have sharpness and definition, but then again that would be a boring photo of a bird on a rock.

I’m not sure if this would be a nice image to others, but certainly to me (a non photographer) it reproduce with fidelity what I saw: a being of pure and frenetic movement as a mirror of the nature that was flowing and singing in that particular way the little and quiet rivers do.

The last light before the absolute darkness.

Growing up

 

When child the adults had long conversations. Children weren’t allowed in those meetings so we had to play or just simply go to another place.

Now, when adult, I have long conversations with family, clients or colleagues, they can last more than one hour, sometimes half a day.

Honestly: they are really boring lol. with family and colleagues most of time the issues are gossips about people I barely remember or care, and with clients it’s more the need to talk to someone about intimate details that has no much meaning to me, so I guess that to they I am a comfortable ear not partial to their antagonists. I miss the childhood silence. Sure, I know that posting is a way to be too loud.I try to post something shorter or something worthy.

Growing up is about win special things, but also it’s about lose some others, because that I always thought and think that seventeen is the perfect age.

Bridge Between Zephyrs

 

There is a book by Sabato, “Abaddón el exterminador” or the translated version “The angel of Darkness” where the main character is emerging from a dark underworld, populated by creatures related to us but so different that lives and dies with their own laws and motivations. But then he get to emerge to ground, meanwhile he is ascending he can hear the sounds of the constant Buenos Aires’s rumor that in their unending road insinuate the distant lights and the myriads and myriads of people.

A city as Buenos Aires would be, more than a machine, an organism so complex that it would be an inscrutable, almost magic, place to any creature, even if it emerges from an unknown and secret underworld.

Celestial

I remember her perfectly, the girl with intense eyes. So intense that I could see them across her sunglasses as if the dark color of them were made of a deep glare.

Since I had sixteen years old I could read the eyes of anyone. Even there are people in Perú that works just reading the eyes. I don’t know if I could do the same but certainly I learnt to know the mind behind the people’s eyes. But in her case I was enchanted, lost in the deep sea of their eyes as a little being diving into the vastness. I wonder if someone else saw her the same way as me, eyes so intense that you could see them across her sunglasses.

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I was thinking in pu^blish these with yesterday’s post, but to not seem repetitive I am publishing them here. I find the cats fascinating, sure also is truth that a lot of people thinks otherwise, but the life is so short to be worried about the tastes of others.

la gata

barrier

Jump!

inquisitive whiteness

personal abysm

he’s not coming

It’s great, the highlights never seem to clip, with digital I have to compensate the exposure negatively, mostly with white and red colors.

Canon EF film experiment

meditative houyhnhnm

I’m going to sound old but well, here it comes: when I was a child the memories were recorded with 135mm film cameras. They were compact cameras and very popular, in home dad had a Olympus Pen, a Zenith (Olympic version) and a defective Canon EF camera, this is a FD mount camera, before they made cameras with autofocus and the lenses were EF mount. I am preparing the review of that camera because I don’t see much data in Internet. I downloaded the manual from Butkus and sent him a donation for the kindness.

Father gave me that camera and I could repair it, I bought new weincell’s batteries and a spare body for eleven bucks in ebay to replace the damaged parts. Some time ago I took photographs of Ayaviri city but the lab did a horrible work with the negatives so I found a better laboratory. I used expired Kodak ProImage 200 film to try the camera. I processed the jpeg photos in Photo Ninja, the most adjustment was correction of contrast and nothing more; few have more corrections to reduce color casts and bands for the expired roll I guess.

I took the next photograph, that I published days ago, almost at night. The battery wasn’t working so it took just a one second exposure. Fortunately it could see the leaves and the photo resulted as I wanted.

(Please, have in mind that I took these pictures as a test)

autumn void

Merlin’s tomb

Fibonacci

vegetal vortex

Playboy transport

cusqueña

tree falling from border

rest with me

Yellow end of the world

urban life

This was a multiple exposure photo. The camera has a button to take that kind of photos, just one has to adjust the ISO dial in relation to the number of exposures, but this was for an error, my error, at loading the film roll. So it wasn’t intentional…

I liked the photographs so I bought Kodak Portra 160 and I am going to buy also Fuji astia 100 and velvia 50.

neo gothic echoe

But…

Actually I still see film photographs, at least from 35mm with a personal defect: They look a bit dreamlike, that’s fantastic if one wants that effect but when I was a child I always felt betrayed at see the photographs different from my memory record. So to record the things I see I prefer a digital camera with all of its defects. By the way I feel the same for digital medium format, it has so much sharpness that to me is unreal, also different to my idea in my mind of reality, something similar to the movies in 4K.

But to other things, more abstract or that I like to give a dreamlike atmosphere I would be glad to use film. And about filters upon digital files I don’t find much sense, you have to pay expensive software. If you want a film aspect so shoot film, if you want a digital aspect so shoot digital. I find it reasonable if the film preset is to tune colors and have a better image, as a starting point, but not to mimic.

Sea of serenity

 

I took this photograph in Ilo city, not bracketing, just wait the moment. Although the Olympus SP-500uz is a bridge camera with 10x zoom I had to crop to get the proportion I wanted. Today I was shooting with the Canon EF (film camera) and two prime lenses. The time I had to spend to change lenses was argument enough to convince me again of my love for zoom lenses, and much better if they are fixed to the camera ;-)

the scars of ur claws on me