National Biplane Lady Day
May 1, 20145 CommentsMusingsWhich of these two is more ridiculous: "Film Photography Day" or "National Biplane Lady Day?" In this article I present the arguments. You make the decision.
Which of these two is more ridiculous: "Film Photography Day" or "National Biplane Lady Day?" In this article I present the arguments. You make the decision.
Many people love cameras because they love gizmos, gadgets and technology. My love for cameras is more of an adjunct to my true love — photography. But that doesn't preclude me from occasionally going full-on camera nerd — particularly when it comes to something like Sigma's Foveon sensor, which has the theoretical potential to transform my BW photography.
I've often said that photography's closest art form is not painting, but poetry. So perhaps it's not surprising that I've uncovered yet another link between photography and language.
What I see when I see what I saw is not the same fiction as most others divulge.
I can no longer deny my propensity for "fractured photography." Now I just need to figure out what, exactly, that means.
It's not often I give my impressions of modern digital cameras because, frankly, it's not often that modern digital cameras impress me. So hold onto your socks, because this article contains impressions of not one, but two modern digital cameras — the Olympus OM-D EM-1 and the Ricoh GR.
If two wrongs don't make a right, then how many wrongs does it take? At last, the answer is revealed!
Unsurprisingly (and like most photographers), my Holiday wish list is once again filled with all manner of photo-related paraphernalia. The surprising part lies in my definition of what constitutes "photo-related paraphernalia."
How can photographers measure their success? Through simple mathematics, of course.
My readers are well-aware of how stubbornly I hold onto certain photographic convictions — particularly my belief that photos are best-enjoyed printed. In a time when many photographers have never seen even a single one of their photos in print (much less a collection of prints), it's a delight to come across a world in which photographers still practice the fine craft of distributing photographs the "old fashioned" way — via small, independent magazines. This article discusses one such magazine, Littlefields, and how it gives me hope that photography's future need not resemble its present.
What's a busy fellow to do? Faced with a backlog of photo-related correspondences to write plus another blog article to develop, I had but one choice: Multitask!