UPDATE August 2024
My image Fatal was shortlisted for Amateur Photographer of the Year!
Judge: Sarah Kelman
UPDATE August 2024
My image Fatal was shortlisted for Amateur Photographer of the Year!
Judge: Sarah Kelman
First time at the Henry Moore Garden. Trying to think in terms of multi-exposure and panel-creation. Fairly happy here. Each is a monochrome 850nm infra-red filtered image of large forms, bi-coloured in post, with a full-colour image of surface detailing blended (‘overlay’) over the top.
Experimenting while very much not being in the horrible environment of the William Blake exhibition upstairs.
These are all processed through Nik Silver Efex - Full Spectrum (Harsh) - with some increase in texture where necessary to create a crisp black and white image, then creating a second image in full colour but gaussian blurred by 80%, layering the B&W above the colour images and then changing the B&W layer blend mode to Overlay/Multiply/Hard Light - whatever had the desired effect.
I realise now I’ve spelt it out that I’ve accidentally invented frequency separation, and then taken it to extremes. Nevertheless I like it.
This last one was the best part of the William Blake exhibition. The rooms went from total dark blue, through green, this red-to-orange room, and then yellow. The idea was nice, but the cramped dark first room just made me feel extra neurodivergent so I had to leave.
It was literally over the road. I couldn’t not go take a look.
Extras!…
A lovely bank holiday morning at Wrest Park. Very much seduced by 850nm infra-red with such a great sky.
Diary of a 54 year old man who fell hard on the rocks yesterday and fucked both of his hands, all of his ribs, and one of his legs.
6:30am. It is raining hard. I hurt. Dead people.
8:00am. Whistling Sands. I have put the seat down in the car, set the lumbar support to full, turned the heated seat to max and lain here as if in traction until the rain stopped. Finally went to explore. The sand doesn’t whistle when it’s wet. No pictures. Meh. Meh meh meh.
9:30am. Porthdinilaen. Via two ibuprofen, two paracetamol, a cup of tea, a creme egg, three fried eggs, three hash browns, mushrooms, beans and a tomato. Feeling a bit better as a result. Pictures.
Showed this to the owners. They thought I was trying to sell it to them, or just that I was mad. The lurching and wincing didn’t help probably.
12:00 Trefor. Meh. Can’t be arsed.
13:00 Back in Bangor. Let’s look at the pier before returning.
Gosh it’s irritating that those two are different sizes.
Today I was mostly sad and lonely and could, not, be, arsed.
This Mawddach Estuary image was a 10x6 grid of images focus-stacked vertically and aligned into a panorama horizontally….
Today was characterised by not really taking photographs of any of the things I’d gone to see.
“Dry-Stone Rhythms”
Not taking Portmeirion seriously.
…I can’t do it!
Compare and contrast (Martin Parratt).
Having spent a couple of hours at Madingley Hall yesterday just knowing there was something to be done there despite the line of cars on the forecourt, the barren garden, and the photographers everywhere (!), I’ve spent the morning looking at Frank Machalowski’s work and lambasting myself for pissing away a good opportunity.
So I’ve been trying to get multiple exposure through my skull.
Madingley Church
First crack at freezing flowers. It’s very hard to get a clear patch, even with distilled water as used here.