I don’t know what to say about this photo. It’s not very good. But I love it.
The Narrows in Zion. . . In the lower right corner, you can see some of the hordes that are shuttled into the canyon and sent tromping through the water, each equipped with rented rubber shoes and a $25 walking stick.
My iphone did something weird with the cliffs in the background, making them look like a blotchy paint-by-number. . .
The peaks from wing mountain road. . . a light spirit landed on the ground as I was taking this photo.
So I tried some underwater photography. . . I really liked this one.
Yeah, I know, this is crappy photo. I couldn’t figure out how to get this immense tree in the frame with the temple. Very frustrating. The tree was so damn big and I kept running around in circles trying to figure it out.
But it’s all good. I’m over it. I transcended this fucking photo.
the open sea
these photos, even though they are crappy, may be my favorite I’ve ever taken… although I’m not sure why… it’s not like i’m not trying to be artistic or anything with my pics which are usually crap photos taken with an iphone with a snarky comment or two… and I don’t feel like “The Open Sea” is a that clever of an analogy for hordes of silhouetted humans holding up iphones… but there was something spooky going on at this exhibit. . something weird and cold and quiet and inhuman… with the blues and blacks and thick square borders with the blurred tanks holding primeval critters in the background and the phrase “The Open Sea” …
it felt so… deep
above: one of the more popular views of the peaks.
below: the same shot taken a few steps back and to the left… I think I like the second one better.
“Girl on Newport Beach with a Yellow Pail”
Even if your photo is not that great, and the sunset is a dud, and somebody wanders into your frame, you should still give your photo a profound title, right? Then people will think, “hmmm, interesting… ”
“I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly.” Yeah. Whatever, John Denver. I may never be a poor man, but with this photo, I’m barely making middle class.
It was only after I decided to quit tromping around the snow, sat down, and wondered why I suck so much at photography, that these deer walked across my path and united in a perfect formation, their heads like right triangles. The formation lasted for less than five seconds and then they dispersed.