Alex Munoz at an outing. Funky lamps and funky vibes.
I’d classify this one as ambient/available light. Not natural light. There is more than a little prestige attached to these terms. Photographers who don’t use artificial light, who don’t use strobes, claim to value the superior quality of natural light. Photographers who wield battery packs and know the inverse square law and lighting ratios think those other guys are hippies too lazy to learn proper lighting.
I am agnostic. Some of my best portraits have been taken in natural light. Some of my other, equally best portraits, have been taken with strobes.
The common factor seems to have been more about the subject and subject-photographer rapport.
More winter photowalks during lunch. Minimalism is a difficult beast. I believe the Japanese excel at this to a fault, and if you pardon my misappropriation of the word “zen”, I do find some zen in minimalist compositions.
Walking from Bus number two to office number two I pass this monolith. I think it is one of the Castles of Capitalism, but it might as well be a Soviet transplant.
Either way, I am sure a lot of Great and Valuable Work to build our society is happening inside.
Most fun is to be had playing with things that are not toys.
Fascinating to watch how engrossed children become when they can manipulate the physical world and see that their action have an effect.
We can’t see this chimney from our windows, but after walking for just a few meters it is unavoidable. This morning it was more aestheticallhy pleasing than usual.
On my way from the subway I walked up on the walkway bridge in hopes to catch just the smooth colour gradients of the sky. But buildings everywhere! Also trees, thank god for the trees.
Afraid there will be quite a few plants in this 365 project. The reasons being:
– Recently I acquired several new, green plants for our home
– My macro lens is also relatively new, and the focal length combined with the way it renders tonality make the plants a good subject for these cold, dark winter days that sometimes seem like nights.