woohoo, I recently recieved my new 85mm prime lens (canon) and it tis a beautiful thing. its very challenging taking shots with this lens because the telephoto factor but i am learning! Here are a couple of shots.
This one was taken with a ‘warming filter’
This one was taken with an ‘UV filter’
i had to take shelter from the storm, but it was a pretty intense rainbow i saw here!
How slack am I? I just found out Angie Aparo has released about 2 albums since “The American” one my favourite albums of all time. If you haven’t heard of him, you probably heard “Cry” which Faith Hill made popular. Its the only song by him I despise! Anyways, check out his website at Angie Aparo. This album reminded me of America and my life around September 11th.
The American also has one of favourite albums covers:
Heres the lyrics to the song that pull on me heartstrings:
The American by Angie Aparo
Sonny took a train
Mary took a boat
Somewhere it’s gonna be better
Everybody needs a little hope
Ten thousand souls
Waiting on a bus and it never rolled
So it goes…
No one’s leaving California
Pacific transit overload
Gold dust dreamers never warn ya
And my guitar strums
I am The American
I got a walking stick
And an old sock hat
I’ve got dirty hands
And I’ve got a dream to match
I’ve got a pocket full
Of government issue cures for poverty
No one’s leaving California
Pacific transit overload
All my friends live on the corner
And my guitar strums
I am The American
Under the streetlight, down by the water
Don’t worry baby, it’s nothing you ever knew
(If it) Makes you feel better, throw down a quarter
Don’t worry baby, it won’t stick to your shoes
No one’s leaving California
Pacific transit overload
Gold dust dreamers never warn ya
And my guitar strums
Yeah my guitar strums
I am The American
Well, i was at the auckland domain today and snapped a couple of quick shots of some flowers:
I started keeping a journal of all the dreams I have beside my bed. Occasionally i’ll have interesting dreams and record them there. Here is my most recent entry:
I saw myself as a shadow on the white walls of my room. It was like seeing a shadow picture show. This shadow of myself reached into my chest and pull out my still beating heart. I saw the sillouette of my hand holding the pulsating heart against the wall.
The heart pulsating in my hand transformed into a fish. The fish squirmed and slithered out of my hand and flipped itself across the room and all over the place – as a fish out of water would do!
Here is my attempt at cross processing simulation in the digital darkroom. Most of my photographs try to emulate old school darkroom trips in the ‘digital darkroom’. This is a pipe that is trying to pump sand on to Kohimaramara beach:
