Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Camera Settings

Aperture

Aperture

Fast Shutter Speed

Fast Shutter Speed

Slow Shutter Speed

Slow Shutter Speed

Monday, October 28, 2013

Found Panoramic post

Panoramic View of an Intersection in London (Oxford Circle)
I chose this photo because I liked how geometry of the buildings and lines on the road make the shot look balanced despite some asymmetry caused by the buses and people.

Panoramic Shot of the Interior of The 11th Doctor's TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space)
I thought this was cool because the interior of the TARDIS is actually round,and therefore is not usually seen all in one shot.  Also,the architecture of the TARDIS is very angular and unusual, and the fish-eye effect of the panorama shot makes it look even more so.

Friday, October 18, 2013


     Down a rain soaked, potholed road, past the peeling picket that had long ago retired its job of holding boundary to an old woman's dog, there is a garden with a watcher.  What once was a blooming sanctum of sorts, pridefully potted and churned, now grew to weed.
    The Watcher had been placed at his post during those early days, back when people still cared weather the plants in the plastic greenhouse lived or died.  It knew not who put him there; some caring hands with two blocks of wood, propped between the metal shudders of the plant house to let the sunlight in, that had, since then, fallen lazy and never found time to remove them.  And so they remained, nothing more than what they were; a pair of molding wood pieces between rusted tin.
   Until, by chance a girl took notice.  "Those two blocks," she had said, "Don't you think they look a bit like eyes?  You know, and the shudders like eyebrows and a mouth?"
   An other child working in the garden shook his head, "Abstractly,"
   "No really," the girl continued, "It's like it's watching the garden."
   Thus the Watcher had come to exist.  Even after the children left.  Even after the tiles grew mossy and the birdbath full of scum.  Even after the leaves of fall had come and gone...and come and gone...
     And now it's metal brows drooped in the damp morning, unseeing eyes taking note, as it did each day, of the creeping vines' progress.  And it observed the snails in their aimless races, trying and trying to find some sort of meaning in their pointless paintings.
     Though it had no reason for watching the garden any longer, it watched it well.  Forgotten to the devotion that had created it.  Forgotten to it's family.



Friday, October 4, 2013

My Composition

Converging Lines
Rule Of Thirds

Point of View

Horizontal Lines

Diagonal Lines

Filling The Frame

Framing

Vertical Lines