City - Sydney State - NEW SOUTH WALES Country - Australia
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yeah.. after a blues concert (CW Stoneking) .. out in the deepest hart of suburbia bored, waiting for the hammer to fall... phone cam shot.. juts gotta keep on pushing 'em out.. like a fire continually smouldering
That is why i enjoy looking at your images you are coming from a different place of creativity and allowing me a gleaming of the permutations of your spontaneous manifestations. It is a world that i have no entry to at this time of my life....only a seconds vision of the possibilities through you.
umm that night.. none but if you mean total beers that lead me to this shot well the answer would be incalculable... Tim this is about the burning desire to create.. I cant carry and probl’y don’t want to carry the 5D and the 28-300 everywhere and so based around the notions of lack of technique or perceived lack of technique as an actual technique the bloody awful quality of the phone cam image suffices although it makes me hungry for a real camera at the time.. in post press button time one "comes down" from the thrill of the chase the find the capture to find a longing empty solace in the images that the phone cam delivers. This is an image based on the notions of considered vision careful composition but rendered into inarticulate vision via the crappy quality of the phone cam lens which is decidedly shoddy but when prepared for that the moment can be almost as beautiful as some Nikon or Canon imagery.. in fact you could almost say it has a life of its own. I don’t always wander with Ansel or Edward or Grant or Fiona.. sometimes I wander in a solitary space which is my own to encode, it is up to the viewer to translate the vision… Hang on ..I’ll copy and past a poem which explains things a little better. This was written for a photograph I took through the car window in the rain of an old church..
A Poem For St Jude
In summary there was always (and I suppose it should be said) will always be, a distance that separates you and me, apart from any cool glass keeping the dust and intermittent fly speck from the insoluble surface.
In reflection like your quick glance, sideways, these things happen like in galleried halls viewers come and go from in front of views where the silences are equal in length like an eternal triangle.
As a view to be put, loneliness was always an aspiration ever since I was a child, provided security was self determined as a state of mind. As a man I walked out on a tightrope of changes in the infrastructure rode all this out as a man of my time began such icons as I had the will to do and like a promise, became leader in a dream. All this dear saint and it was only a fleeting glance! that caught me (mind you I was looking) through the rain (the drought had at last broken) at your rural expression in architectural bravado combined with unremitting rural ambivalence to your god and all its creatures that would steal through my imagination select a depth of field that said "desire not reality" and cause this image
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