There is a part of me that definitely prefers doing long exposures in black and white. I could say it is partially due to the colour shifts I get from filtering through stacked NDs, but I have largely wrapped my mind around those. No, my reticence comes from my frame of mind when I stop to make these types of images. One of the big reasons I do these long exposures is because of my interest or fascination with time. Often, but not always, time is what I am making a photo of here. Time is usually my subject. So when it comes to composing these images I generally think in terms of working to get rid of elements that don’t belong. And if I am building an image about time, I want to get rid of things that don’t relate, because if they don’t support then they distract. Often colour is not in this equation. It is easy to be enamoured of colour and to include it simply because you like it, but if the photo is not about colour. If it is about other things, such as time, then colour becomes a layer atop your subject that to some degree or another obscures it. So while colour is always tempting to add, I have to be careful to actually make images that make use of that colour as part of the message, thought, subject, what have you. I have to make sure that I want to direct some part toward that colour. So usually I don’t want the colour to be overtly important in these types of photos… it is not what I am trying to impart. But there are occasions where I want to mix colour and time. This is one of those occasions.
Give me the open road, a deserted building, the hypnotic motion of the ocean or the whispering rustle of the wind in the trees to the sound of talking heads and news politicos any day.
The day we have been waiting for. Today we had an appointment with the Notaire and signed for our new home in France. Happy…..you bet I am.
My papers arrived, stamped and complete. All previous dispatches are obsolete. The New Life Starts here.
And then we went to the coast to celebrate.
The Stories of the moments we lived in.
Saturday Morning. Gazing out the kitchen window, enjoying hot strong coffee and being grateful for the peaceful life that can now be lived.
Entrance to the work station
The ever growing
Jonah feeling good in his new home.
Floating in the void
Between there and back
It’s all bright in front
And it’s all dark behind
Living for the now that’s in between the bridges and the signs
And getting there is still a long way to go
While others dream and wish
This is everything officially I need to know
Happy, boy you bet I am
Holding on to this smile for just as long as I can
I’ve burned my bridges
And I am free at last
All my chains
Are in the past
The day is wide open
The sky is blue
The world is a miracle
And so are you
The New Life starts here
Racists, bigots and stalkers
Banging at my door
I’m not fighting with them
Friends, Family and Pretenders
How do you do?
I can make it
With or without you
Citizens of the world
Child, woman and man
The keys to the kingdom
Are in your own hands
The New Life starts here.
These images happened at around 06.00 in the morning on a snowy outing. I made two images of these trees. The first I exposed per my usual formula for challenging lighting conditions: using f11 and a 400 film with only the shutter speed varying. In this case, the shutter speed was about 5 seconds. And then to do a little experimenting I decided to flood the frame with some light and thus I made a second exposure, adding a ND Filter at f11 and ISO 400 but for about 2 minutes. I wanted to really overexpose the scene and render it much brighter under the unique ambient light that occurs on heavily overcast snowy days.
Nine o’clock in the morning
I’m taking the overnight train
Checked the Date – February 2018
I’m riding to someplace
Where I’ve never been
And I’m waving through the window as we go
What are you waving at ?
Well what do I have to lose
Somebody might wave back
Seven o’clock in the morning
I’m carrying bags under my eyes
Been awake all night
Counting the hours to sunrise
Drawing patterns on a breakfast table top,
I lift my gaze, my mouth just drops
There’s someone in the room waving at me
What are you waving at ?
What do I have to lose
Somebody might wave back
The ocean is the place where the sky has room to be.
It is kind of crazy in a way, that I can stand at the edge of the ocean marvelling at its vast breadth, depth and mystery while hanging above it is some even larger. The sky is sneaky in that way. The ocean hides its mystery, making it all the more alluring. The sky wears its transparently, hiding it right in plain sight. I love the ocean more than the sky, I admit. But I should work on that. For the ocean’s depths are truly fascinating, but down is just one way to go, and up as it stands has a lot more room to run.
Mesmerised children are playing
Meant to be seen but not heard
Stop me from dreaming
Don’t be absurd!
Sentenced to drift far away now
Nothing is quite what it seems
Sometimes entangled in your own dreams
Long afloat on ship less oceans
I did all my best to smile