Thursday, August 19, 2010
Framed
One of my favorite things to do when editing photos is incredibly simple: cropping. It always amazes me how much cropping an image can change it. It brings completely new elements into focus. It's also just as much about what you leave out as what you leave in. Sometimes I have a hard time deciding exactly what it is about a particular shot that I want to focus in on. So today I decided to demonstrate the power of cropping. The first image is the original picture I took. It's a couple years old and I took it at a farmers' market in Halifax on a delightfully grey, Nova Scotia-y day. It's a fine picture of a lovely flower, but nothing particularly spectacular. However, crop it in a few different ways and voila, you have some truly special images. Personally, I am a big fan of the first cropped version. I like that you can still kind of see that it is in a tray of pots and not in the ground. It retains that market feel and yet is focused on the beauty of the flower. The second one draws the attention to the details of the flower, which is something I love to do. When I look at nature and often when I am composing pictures I focus in on the details, the tiny things. That's just what tends to grab my attention. By cropping the photo, the details become all there is to see and therefore that much more important and captivating. The third photo is a pretty standard way that I tend to shoot flowers or crop existing shots. For some reason I really like the composition of just part of a flower in the frame of the image against a non-descript background. It brings the attention to the flower without being your standard, central focal point. The last image is a bit blurred because of the part of the original that I cropped it out of, but I kind of like that about it. It is not a specific flower that is depicted. I love the intensity of the green too. And that just distinguishable bud curled into the bottom of the frame is great.
I went to see the latest round of exhibits at the AGA today and it was fantastic. The one I was most excited to see was "Reframing a Nation", which is a collection of works by Canadian artists. I should warn you now that this is likely to turn into a nerdy ramble. I will not be offended should you decide to stop reading right now. In fact, I won't even know. Anyway, I was excited for this exhibit because I am fascinated by the concept of national identity and how it is formed, particularly when it comes to Canada. Do we even have a national identity? Or do we simply define ourselves in negatives (we are not American, for example)? And it really fascinates me how literature and art play into the development and reinforcement of the Canadian identity. So much can be seen in these paintings, but one of the important things to consider is what has been intentionally included and what has been intentionally excluded. In Canadian art the landscape is what is depcited most often; typically the harsh, barren land is shown while hints of civilization are completely ignored or played down. This is the bush myth at its finest. This is how Canadians define themselves. We are a people beset by Mother Nature, who must struggle for our very survival. It is us against the land and although the land is beautiful, we have to protect ourselves from it. We take pride in the conditions we face. What Canadian has never bragged about surviving a winter where the windchill made it feel like -50*C? How many of us love hiking and climbing mountains? (Not me, but I appreciate the views and admire those who do participate in these activities.) I know that this isn't limited to Canada, but there is something unique about the Canadian relationship with nature and it is definitely part of our national identity. I just find it so fascinating how much you can learn about our national identity by looking at what we include and exclude in our art. This is actually what I want to study at grad school, how Canadian literature and art construct, reveal, and reinforce the Canadian identity. I will now stop rambling because I could talk about this endlessly. If you are ever so inclined to have a discussion about Canadian identity, art, or just national identity in general let me know, I would love to hear other people's views on the subject.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Pygmy Puff
Have you seen Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince? If you have, think about the beginning of the movie when they are on the train to Hogwarts. There is a scene where Luna comes up to Ginny in the corridor and gives her a quibbler and Ginny has a pink pygmy puff on her shoulder. That is what this flower makes me think of. Yes, my mind works is mysterious ways. Although if you've read this blog before you probably already know that.
This is a picture from the Muttart Conservatory last Family Day. I have no idea what kind of flower this is. I can tell you that it was in the tropical pyramid and that it looks super cool. That's about it. Reason enough to take a photo of it though.
Monday, August 16, 2010
When is this hoodoo going to end?
hoodoo (noun)
1 [mass noun] voodoo or witchcraft • [count noun] a run of bad luck associated with a person or activity: when is this hoodoo going to end? • [count noun] a person or thing that brings or causes bad luck
2 [chiefly N. Amer.] a column or pinnacle of weathered rock
("hoodoo" Oxford English Dictionary)
A hoodoo (also called a tent rock, fairy chimney, and earth pyramid) is a tall, thin spire of rock that protrudes from the bottom of an arid drainage basin or badland. Hoodoos consist of soft sedimentary rock topped by harder, less easily-eroded stone that protects each column from the elements. ("Hoodoo (geology)" Wikipedia)
I took these pictures on my Easter break in 2009. A couple of my friends and I spent one of the days that weekend exploring Drumheller and the surrounding area. So of course we wanted to see the hoodoos. These weren't the particular ones that we thought we were going to see, the ones we remembered were a lot bigger, but they were sufficient for that particular outing. I thought it was interesting that the word "hoodoo" is also a synonym for "voodoo". Some of the structures really do seem to stay standing only through magic of some kind. Yes, I know it is actually science and there are probably lots of you who could explain said science to me, but magic is just so much more fun in my mind. Gives me less of a headache in the end too. I also like the fact that they can also be called "fairy chimneys". "Hoodoo" is a fun word to say, but "fairy chimney" sounds so much prettier.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
This is Calm
This is Calm
Christopher Dallman
So this is calm.
Should I feel optimistic?
Should I greet the sun with a smile?
‘Cause as it is
I roll to my side
And I lay there for a good long while.
So this is calm.
Should I feel okay?
And should this okay set my inspiration reeling?
Should I feel like I am pulled in all directions?
I feel no pull.
I feel nothing.
I ride the train from Queens to Morningside.
I keep my eyes straight ahead,
Keep my face dignified.
But is this linear or a downward slide?
This is calm.
This is calm.
When I asked you to leave
You threw your wine at the wall
And it bled down
Red on white.
My stomach did not turn,
And I could not match your tears.
I just stood there thinking,
“What a beautiful sight.”
I ride the train from Queens to Morningside.
I keep my eyes straight ahead,
Keep my face dignified.
But is this linear or a downward slide?
This is calm.
I guess I should feel like I can do anything,
But I can’t do anything at all.
I can’t do anything but fall down on my knees
At the whims of my dreams.
I can not do this to myself anymore,
Stay so strong.
Still, this is my voice.
I wonder why I can’t feel this.
I wonder why I can’t feel this.
I wonder why I can’t feel these questions in my throat.
I don’t know how,
I don’t know how to live,
But I will learn to live,
To stand,
To breathe,
To taste,
To love.
I will move on.
I ride the train from Queens to Morningside.
I keep my eyes straight ahead,
Keep my face dignified.
But is this linear or a downward slide?
I felt very calm all day today. While I enjoy being calm, there is always a part of me that finds it odd. I'm naturally a relatively high-strung person, so I spend a lot of my time stressed out and running on overdrive. For some reason though I was completely calm today despite being at work. It was kind of interesting. I love this song by Christopher Dallman. He has genuinely gorgeous songs, this particular one is from his "Race the Light" CD. If you've never heard his stuff you should definitely check it out. The lyrics of every song are poignant and beautiful and the instrumental arrangements are fabulous. I like that this song captures the strangeness of feeling calm. It's like you've forgotten something and you aren't quite sure whether it is a good thing that you are so calm.
I took this picture in Victoria last summer. Despite living in a landlocked city and not being someone with a fondness for beaches or swimming, I love being on the coast. There is something about the feeling of salty ocean air as the sun sets and the temperature drops that just can't be replicated anywhere else. I am always at my most content at sunset and twilight. I don't know why, but the world just seems to pause and take a giant, calming breath as the sun sets. Things melt away and the promise of a new day begins to creep in. I love that sensation. So, a picture of a sunset over the ocean seemed to capture the serenity I'm feeling right now.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Pretty in Pink
It has been cool and rainy for the past couple days, and even though I am enjoying the cooler temperatures and the opportunity to wear sweaters again it is kind of bumming me out. Actually, it is mostly making me really tired. And making my knee hurt. Yeah, I'm only 21, but my one knee likes to inform me of dramatic weather changes by aching, sending shooting pains down my shin, and occasionally swelling up to twice its normal size. Anyway, even though I've been longing for fall to arrive, I still am not quite ready to let the dreamy days of summer slip away. That is why I chose this picture today. I took this at that Muttart Conservaory here in Edmonton last summer. The soft pink color and the fuzzy texture are distinctly spring-like in my mind. And the wheat-like shape combined with this makes me think of the first precious days of summer vacation in May and June when I start daydreaming about skipping through fields while wearing lovely summer dresses. Not that this ever happens in real life, but it is a nice daydream. Particularly on blah days like today.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Sorry I'm not home right now, I'm walking into spiderwebs
Walking into spiderwebs, both literally and figuratively, is horrible. Literally walking into a spiderweb sucks because once it is stuck to you, particularly your face, it just seems impossible to get off. Which is guess is kind of the point since they would be rather ineffectual if things didn't get caught in them. Still, it is unpleasant. But what is even worse than that is getting caught in a figurative spiderweb, those situations where all of sudden you realize you are stuck with no possible way out of what is usually a messy, awkward, unpleasant circumstance. Try as you might, you just can't seem to get out of it. The only way out is usually something that will be embarassing and potentially injurious to other people. I've had a few of those this summer. Bleh.
I thought this flower which was all encased in a spiderweb was pretty cool though. Just because I have no desire to be trapped in a spiderweb it doesn't mean that I don't appreciate how they look.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sun-bleached
I'm in love with the sun-bleached quality of this photo. I think that this has quickly become one of my favorite things about summer. Even though shooting in direct sunlight is a huge pain, sometimes it works out and the result is this gorgeous sun-drenched image.
Bleach makes me think of platinum blonde hair, fresh white laundry, and clean surfaces. It is a cleansing agent, leaving things pristine and uncontaminated. I think that art, be it literary or visual or musical, serves a very similar purpose. John F. Kennedy once said that "When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existance. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses." I think this is incredibly true. Art has restorative power. It has healing power. There is no doubt about this in my mind.
Sometimes a little bit of bleaching is a good thing.
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