14 August 2007

Fireweed by Irena S.


Fireweed
Originally uploaded by IrenaS
Wonderful depth of field, color and composition. Evokes an intense emotional response, too - a sepia-toned melancholy and nostalgia.

11 July 2007

o, but grace, towards me, has not been vain, by tetheredto

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords

09 July 2007

Time is a tree, by IrenaS


Time is a tree
Originally uploaded by IrenaS
Superb depth of field as well as feeling.

15 May 2007

Memory2, by andaria


Memory2
Originally uploaded by andaria.

lost in time, by narva3


lost in time
Originally uploaded by narva3.

Into the Forest, by Tom McFarlane


Into the Forest
Originally uploaded by Tom McFarlane.

My thoughts are flower-strewn, by IrenaS


My thoughts are flower-strewn
Originally uploaded by IrenaS.

untitled, by Telzey



Originally uploaded by Telzey.

Creepy crawly, by IrenaS


Creepy crawly
Originally uploaded by IrenaS.

. The Fen Road . by 3amfromkyoto


. The Fen Road .
Originally uploaded by 3amfromkyoto.

memorial tour, by mistubako


memorial tour
Originally uploaded by mistubako.

double take,, by lauren.rabbit


double take
Originally uploaded by lauren.rabbit.
I highly recommend taking the time to look at this artist's work.

untitled, by zseike



Originally uploaded by zseike.

night windmill, by narva3


night windmill
Originally uploaded by narva3.
I've always wanted to own a windmill. Maybe someday I'll buy a piece of land that already has one on it.

"Hours clot. Birds flap like passports. Fields explode with temper

Go look at all of tetheredto's photos; I promise you'll become a better artist in doing so.

31 January 2007

Waiting for the Sun, by Telzey


Waiting for the Sun
Originally uploaded by Telzey.
For children, the clock may as well be broken. Time for them is enormous, infinite. Summers last a lifetime. But then somewhere along the line, the clock is fixed, and the children are no longer children. They discover mortality and each and every tick goes by faster and faster. Every grain of sand drops with a thud, and they are horrified by the mindless certainty of it all. It's not fair, they think. Noone warned us. Is there nothing we can do?

04 January 2007

Revolution, by Tous les noms...

In today's Lenswork podcast, Brooks Jensen bemoans the fact that there appear to be few or no websites devoted to discussing the meaning of photographs. Tons of sites about techniques and equipment, but none playing the role of "internet docent," a tour guide to help place photographs in context. He argues that without context, our understanding of any particular photograph may be superficial. Personally, I don't believe this is always the case; some photos literally speak for themselves. But what about ones like this? How much context is necessary for a full appreciation? Do we need more than just the title? There seems to be some danger of limiting a work because it may be that too much context might become interpretation. This is a slippery slope. In the end, Jensen says that perhaps we as artists have to be our own docents, that it's up to us to place our work in a context that makes it easier to understand and appreciate.