Woke up feeling like this piece of wood.
An old silent pond…
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.
I revisited the image I made last weekend as I had left everything set up. This time, instead of window light I used a small LED torch and long exposure selectively for light painting the subject and background. I really enjoy the lack of predictability inherent in the technique.
This week I finally broke my commitment to avoid adding anything to my unread pile when I picked up a reprint of Brassai: Paris, a collection of images that reflect the broad range of things he saw and recorded in Paris before the Second World War. the night images are all the more remarkable when you consider the limitations he worked under, including film that was at best equivalent to 25 ISO today.
Listening to Shirley Manson out front of Garbage.
It’s a numbers game…