The best things about this are the little girl dancing with the bubbles and the astonishing sequential way in which they burst.
Monthly Archives: August 2010
Torn Fishnet
Despite having chiding myself for doing precisely this just a few days ago, I once again managed to leave the house without my camera.
Lucky for me, Bob had his camera tucked away in the Fannypack of Great Awesomeness, and I was able to capture this pattern of mesh, color, light & shadow.
This circumstance is a fine example of the virtuous cycle. It has given me great pleasure that Bob has started taking an increased interest in observing and cataloging the things of beauty or curiosity in his day-to-day life. I take some small credit for encouraging that. And because he has begun to value this practice, he had his camera on him when I did not.
He doesn’t especially care for this picture, whereas I really like it. (It puts me in mind of some Lazlo Moholy-Nagy images.) That’s fine. Diversity of taste and creative vision is a good thing, it gives all of us something to share with one another.
Just as a side note: although it probably doesn’t much show at these web-ready resolutions, there is indeed a meaningful quality distinction between my everyday camera (the Panasonic Lumix GF-1) and Bob’s Nikon Coolpix S630, a compact point-and-shoot. I have become accustomed to the lovely clarity of big, fast optics and the forgiving dynamic range made possible by shooting RAW. The difference was instantly clear as I was trying to wrangle the best out of the high-res JPEGs that Bob’s camera produces. The pixel count of the two cameras is identical, which underscores the oft-repeated truism that size isn’t everything — when it comes to megapixels, anyway.
Summer Skin
It’s been a long, hot summer. A cold beverage gets consumed rapidly, leaving behind as evidence only some drops of atmospheric perspiration. And maybe a fingerprint.
Weathered
Not that I’m feeling my age, or anything.
Utilities
My brother-from-another-mother bastin has got me paying attention to street markings. These happen to combine vibrant spray paint with one of my favorites, weathered metal, in an especially delightful way.
Caution Caution
This is what urban living does, it takes the edge off of situations that might otherwise provoke anxiety. This caution tape doesn’t say anything anymore. It is faded and coiled, clearly not in use. It’s just another city artifact, now.
All it calls to mind, for me, is zebras. (Scary, huh?)
Gorgeous Book Design
Apparently I’m the last person on the web to have heard of her, but check out these lovely book covers from Coralie Bickford-Smith of Penguin.
[Tip o' the hat to Courtney of designworklife.]
The Note
Someone ripped it up and discarded it. What did it say? As the paper soaks into the puddle, the ink will run and the message will be permanently lost.
The oak leaves’ story is much the same. They were probably a casualty of one of our recent high-intensity thunderstorms. But leaves on the ground remind us that summer is not forever and Fall is inevitable.
Happily for me, Autumn is my favorite season.
Via Negativa
Presence and absence.