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On Christmas Eve, the entire house was buzzing. We were bracing for tomorrow's guests, and were all churning away at last-minute preparations. Gifts still had to be wrapped. Food still needed to be purchased. Cards had to be made, envelopes signed, and bows assembled. With the low drone of the rustle and bustle throughout, I found myself having difficulty concentrating on anything, and found myself constantly reminded of all the things that I, myself, still needed to do. I had just printed off a card, and needed to drive it up to my friend who worked at the supermarket a few blocks away.
Then I remember, it's Christmas Eve. The mall is going to be packed to the rims with traffic, and the same pandemonium at home is going to be reflected up there as well. Only more greatly amplified. I grab a sweater, my camera, and find the opportune moment to clear my head with a walk. The sky was of that pristine clarity that you can only remember in dreams. Everybody was at home or at the mall, but in between, nothing but silence. The stillness of the air really let my head clear out. Not a single cloud in the sky. Just a solid azure blanket covering infiniti's mattress from horizon to horizon. The sky's featureless visage reflected that of the stoic streets I was walking down, leaving the environment's homeostasis sensitive enough for me to hear every slightest wisp of breeze passing through a tree's canopy. The sun descended into a particular angle where the shadows stretched out really long and prominently, and found several possible photo opportunities. I filled up half the memory card, just strolling back from the supermarket, but found a few of these shots to be quite interesting.
Thus, I share. My spontaneous photo shoot from Christmas Eve, 2004.
This photo in particular was definitely a favorite of mine for the acquisition of long shadows against the bright grass. The high amount of contrast on the ground plane really allowed the shadows to stand out. I first took a few of the trees alone, but if you look more carefully, you'll see a pair of children in the foreground ascending that hill. At first, I was a tad annoyed that they had walked into my shot, and I had just gotten in the right position to take it. Yet I looked at it, and realized that if anything, they add character to it. It gives reason to the picture. The image now carries its own personality, and with some kids as a compliment to the landscape, it seems to have an effect of entering a land of imagination. A child's mind can mould the universe into any shape it wants, as these kids were definitely in their own fantasy environment when I snapped the picture.
So this isn't my story anymore. It's their story. It's the story of their travels through their imaginary kingdom. It may be an enchanted forest, a murky bog, a mire, a cavern, or a sparkling grove. It's their world, their tale. It's their wanderlust.
Then I remember, it's Christmas Eve. The mall is going to be packed to the rims with traffic, and the same pandemonium at home is going to be reflected up there as well. Only more greatly amplified. I grab a sweater, my camera, and find the opportune moment to clear my head with a walk. The sky was of that pristine clarity that you can only remember in dreams. Everybody was at home or at the mall, but in between, nothing but silence. The stillness of the air really let my head clear out. Not a single cloud in the sky. Just a solid azure blanket covering infiniti's mattress from horizon to horizon. The sky's featureless visage reflected that of the stoic streets I was walking down, leaving the environment's homeostasis sensitive enough for me to hear every slightest wisp of breeze passing through a tree's canopy. The sun descended into a particular angle where the shadows stretched out really long and prominently, and found several possible photo opportunities. I filled up half the memory card, just strolling back from the supermarket, but found a few of these shots to be quite interesting.
Thus, I share. My spontaneous photo shoot from Christmas Eve, 2004.
This photo in particular was definitely a favorite of mine for the acquisition of long shadows against the bright grass. The high amount of contrast on the ground plane really allowed the shadows to stand out. I first took a few of the trees alone, but if you look more carefully, you'll see a pair of children in the foreground ascending that hill. At first, I was a tad annoyed that they had walked into my shot, and I had just gotten in the right position to take it. Yet I looked at it, and realized that if anything, they add character to it. It gives reason to the picture. The image now carries its own personality, and with some kids as a compliment to the landscape, it seems to have an effect of entering a land of imagination. A child's mind can mould the universe into any shape it wants, as these kids were definitely in their own fantasy environment when I snapped the picture.
So this isn't my story anymore. It's their story. It's the story of their travels through their imaginary kingdom. It may be an enchanted forest, a murky bog, a mire, a cavern, or a sparkling grove. It's their world, their tale. It's their wanderlust.
Image size
822x1097px 473.04 KB
Make
NIKON
Model
E3500
Shutter Speed
10/1474 second
Aperture
F/4.5
Focal Length
6 mm
ISO Speed
100
Date Taken
Dec 24, 2004, 3:26:19 PM
© 2004 - 2024 vest
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Not expecting to find anything that particularly sparked my interest, I began to browse the recent photos. I suppose I found one that was worth investigating and went to the owner’s home page out of respect. I was amazed to find this long time user with hundreds of deviations that had only two favorites. The first being seen already, I naturally assumed that the second was a Deviation definitely worthy of my time.
lazy days by ~dissentinthestreet. I must have looked at this photo for five minutes, just gaping at its sheer beauty. It’s not often that I blurt out to my monitor “How beautiful!” ‘Not only do I like cats’ I thought, ‘I just returned from a trip to the mountains where I struggled with a decent shot.’ Still in awe at this Deviant’s talent, I scrolled down only to find it was the Daily Feature a while back. Well no wonder. I figured the comments must be in the hundreds; regardless, I wanted to see the responses. Immediately I was intrigued; apparently there was controversy. I spent a good amount of time reading extensive comments and trying to decipher what exactly happened.
My search leads me to the Deviant vest’s homepage. Reading some comments, it was obvious that this person did not give such good impressions to the other Deviants (it wasn’t the simulated mortal combat duel that lead me to this impression). Moving onto the gallery: enjoying the photographs, everything seems normal, oh nice abstract drawings, I like that one but I’ll see them all, alright good but I like that one with the shadows. Thus leading me to Wanderlust.
My first impression of the thumbnail was that the long, draping shadows were amazing. I saw grass so I assumed it was a hill. Motion with shadows like that is a rarity in photographs. Seeing a larger image, I immediately noticed the children playing in the back. They didn’t seem to be intentional, and I thought how disappointing that must have been. Another aspect of the photo that caught my eye was the wonderful bright rays of the sun shining through. It seemed to me that they added almost a hazy feel.
I didn’t think much more but knew I had to add it to my favorites and in the back of my head I knew that I’d have to give a 150 word description why. It didn’t bother me after I read the photographer’s description. I found that he was more of a storyteller that led events in his own life up to the main image’s point. When this wonderland that the children transformed into their playground was described to me, it made perfect sense. I felt a sense of satisfaction because just looking at the picture made me feel that I was there with them. I suppose the state of mind the picture evoked was better than the picture itself.
One thing that might be wondered is that this picture is rather old. Not old in the sense of black and white (before they had color obviously), but old in the sense that nothing is really commented on in Deviant after it is a week old. (I’d hate to make a hasty generalization for all of you who do comment.) A picture should have an effect regardless of what date it was taken on. Just to get that point out of the way.
I decided to comment obviously not to offend the photographer for adding it to my favorites, but also to make him realize. Realize that criticism doesn’t have to be light, but it also doesn’t have to be rude. I don’t have to tell you that each person’s perception of rudeness is different. Respecting that perception can be for self-satisfaction more than anything else (as is evident in your case). You’re hearing this from the queen of sarcasm. More often that not I am brought into the spotlight because I am too brutally honest and manipulate weaknesses. I’m just using myself as an example.
So don’t I have anything better to go? Of course. But I felt that my commentary might be appreciated and anything is worth seeing a beautiful photograph like ‘Wanderlust’.
P.S.
The pink tree on the right side is my favorite part.
lazy days by ~dissentinthestreet. I must have looked at this photo for five minutes, just gaping at its sheer beauty. It’s not often that I blurt out to my monitor “How beautiful!” ‘Not only do I like cats’ I thought, ‘I just returned from a trip to the mountains where I struggled with a decent shot.’ Still in awe at this Deviant’s talent, I scrolled down only to find it was the Daily Feature a while back. Well no wonder. I figured the comments must be in the hundreds; regardless, I wanted to see the responses. Immediately I was intrigued; apparently there was controversy. I spent a good amount of time reading extensive comments and trying to decipher what exactly happened.
My search leads me to the Deviant vest’s homepage. Reading some comments, it was obvious that this person did not give such good impressions to the other Deviants (it wasn’t the simulated mortal combat duel that lead me to this impression). Moving onto the gallery: enjoying the photographs, everything seems normal, oh nice abstract drawings, I like that one but I’ll see them all, alright good but I like that one with the shadows. Thus leading me to Wanderlust.
My first impression of the thumbnail was that the long, draping shadows were amazing. I saw grass so I assumed it was a hill. Motion with shadows like that is a rarity in photographs. Seeing a larger image, I immediately noticed the children playing in the back. They didn’t seem to be intentional, and I thought how disappointing that must have been. Another aspect of the photo that caught my eye was the wonderful bright rays of the sun shining through. It seemed to me that they added almost a hazy feel.
I didn’t think much more but knew I had to add it to my favorites and in the back of my head I knew that I’d have to give a 150 word description why. It didn’t bother me after I read the photographer’s description. I found that he was more of a storyteller that led events in his own life up to the main image’s point. When this wonderland that the children transformed into their playground was described to me, it made perfect sense. I felt a sense of satisfaction because just looking at the picture made me feel that I was there with them. I suppose the state of mind the picture evoked was better than the picture itself.
One thing that might be wondered is that this picture is rather old. Not old in the sense of black and white (before they had color obviously), but old in the sense that nothing is really commented on in Deviant after it is a week old. (I’d hate to make a hasty generalization for all of you who do comment.) A picture should have an effect regardless of what date it was taken on. Just to get that point out of the way.
I decided to comment obviously not to offend the photographer for adding it to my favorites, but also to make him realize. Realize that criticism doesn’t have to be light, but it also doesn’t have to be rude. I don’t have to tell you that each person’s perception of rudeness is different. Respecting that perception can be for self-satisfaction more than anything else (as is evident in your case). You’re hearing this from the queen of sarcasm. More often that not I am brought into the spotlight because I am too brutally honest and manipulate weaknesses. I’m just using myself as an example.
So don’t I have anything better to go? Of course. But I felt that my commentary might be appreciated and anything is worth seeing a beautiful photograph like ‘Wanderlust’.
P.S.
The pink tree on the right side is my favorite part.