There is so much peace in flying at 35 thousand feet.
It’s this time when everything is out of your hands. There is nothing that you can do to control your direction or your leg room.
It forces me to let go of my constant need to be in control of my surroundings. It allows me to let go, and find some sort of comforting peace within my upright position folding tray, and pack of peanuts.
Took this satisfying wing shot while at peace.
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June 30th it rained.
Had my camera and a small tripod, while stopping at my dads house. Glanced and saw some lightning in the distance. Originally, I wanted to take some slow shutter/long exposures of the fireflies that were lazily drifting above the grass. But that idea quickly warped into some sort of lighting shot before the rain hit.
With no bug spray, I decided to embark on the patient, trial and error task that is capturing lighting.
Placing the camera almost on the ground, I originally composed a shot with our front mailbox, and a wind turbine in the back ground, in hopes that the lighting would strike in frame to create a very cool image.
After, missing a handful of lighting strikes with that composition, I decided to switch it up and go for the lighting, as the storm was moving east quite quickly.
While many attempts were made, this was the closest I came to anything spectacular.
iso 100 f22 30seconds shutter. 17mm kit, canon 60d + an umbrella and the horizon.
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This photo would fit well into a project aimed around the ideas of “commitment” or a series on “North American Living”. ironically of course.
This was a sign outside what seemed to be a small, walk in, walk out law office in the lower east side of Manhattan.
Walking around with my Nikon AF600 (a small point a shoot 35mm camera) while waiting to play a concert at a small venue, I spotted the sign. Having no idea how to photograph it though. I walked up and took a picture of it for my own personal memory, knowing the composition would hold no value. Later, however, after developing the roll, I noticed that I accidentally captured a bus with a American Flag on the side. This, I think, adds some sort of value to the image. Leading one to impose an idea of a downfall in North American culture as to the idea that divorce as become a way of life and a cultural norm. I think that it speaks to the area of commitment and instant gratification all at the same time.
I think it’s a neat picture.
Shot on some expired Blacks 200iso film that I found at a thrift shop. the best thing about this film is that it has the processing included. Free developing. Go team!
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I feel like owning a dog in NYC would suck. It would have to live in your small over priced apartment. It would bark and make your neighbors mad. Dog hair. Dog smell. Dog poop. You would have to walk it down narrow busy streets full of tourists and pissed of cab drivers. Then when it decides to take a crap on the side walk, you have to grab the little bag a pick up its crap while 300 people eating pizza and wearing “I heart new york” t shirts watch and shame you as if dogs aren’t supposed to poop.
And then not to mention some long haired Canadian guy will decide to take a picture of your dog as your’e walking it down the side walk in hopes that it will do it’s business so you can go back to your apartment, throw on Netflix and stress about how you’re going to make your next rent payment.
I’m less afraid to point my camera at animals than I am to point it at people. This dog still didn’t seem to impressed.
This is on some small numeric street in west Manhattan last week.
Nikon AF600 F3.5