Lightstalking has some good tips for people considering street photography. Street photography is taking pictures of people as they go about their daily lives generally in an urban environment. Street photography is usually not, or sometimes minimally posed. One name strikingly absent from the article is Vivian Maier. The Posthumous discovery of her extensive work made her a big name in American street photography almost
The factory that made Rollei’s venerable twin lens reflex and SLR cameras is up for auction. The article notes that, while the company name may live on like Polaroid’s has, this is most likely the end of the line for a great name in camera manufacturing. I’m lucky enough to have one of their cameras a 1960s T3 F3.5. It was my grandfather’s. Though the article doesn’t mention it, Rollei also made (or at least distributed) film. If I had to venture a guess I’d
I could write pages about this but the kernel of my quasi disagreement resides in the statement “Photography is art.” No. Photography can be art, but not everyone uses it for that purpose. “Yay!” acceptable photography is easier for everyone, “Boo!” that there is more chaff to separate the wheat from.
To dig into this a little more, the digital photography revolution has enabled photographers to learn more faster
In more ways than one! Today I found a link that gave me some good photography feels (you’ll find it in the previous post) and thought I’d dust off ye olde trusty blog and breathe some new life into it. I ventured over here and saw stuff in quite the disarray. Stuff was broken, updates hadn’t been done, blerg. I logged in and figured the first place to start was updating to the latest and greatest WordPress code. Unfortunately the update failed and the blog was completely
I was born in 1975 so I was 4 when the 70’s came to a close. Still images from that decade, especially color ones, conjure up such ghostly thin but vibrant memories in me. Flashes of recognition of knowing what it was like to be in that time but without the latticework of language, circumstance, reason, or opinions that “normal” memories are stretched upon. It’s mostly wonderful with just a tinge of sadness.