Saturday, November 23, 2019
Sunday, November 17, 2019
We parked near the GGNRA Tennessee Valley sign, started off at a trailhead, and and then walked up, up, and more up while I marveled at how I didn't recognize anything at all. Was it because I had biked in? Was it because it had been so many years? And where did all these stairs come from?
We weren't on the Tennessee Valley trail: we were climbing up the Oakwood Meadow Trail (which isn't for bikes, which led me to believe I'd just skipped it), all the way to this view on the Alta Trail.
It was worth it, this view. Only because my friends forgave me.
Saturday, November 16, 2019
These are all just so CHARMING. I'm a modern, glass-box person, but still. *squealing sound*
The dancing skeletons are near the bougainvillea.
My phone decided that this was showing too much perspective, and so it adjusting it in a way that makes me perceive the windows as no longer truly rectilinear. But I think I'm being too sensitive about the distortion-to-de-distort-perspective-lines.
Friday, November 15, 2019
|Pink to violet Lands End|
I think it says something that I've been testing Lomochrome Purple at 200 ASA, and I chose the least purple image to illustrate the results I like.
On lush greenery, in harsh autumn sun, 200ASA is brutally purple. So purple. SO VERY PURPLE.
Somehow, I did not anticipate this.
"You bought a film with purple in the name, and you are surprised that it is purple? IT SAYS IT IS PURPLE ON THE BOX!"
Yes, but... but... I exposed it differently last time, and so it wasn't this purple. It was nowhere near this purple. It was more like the pink shot at the top of this page. I am quite stunned.
"How purple can it be?"
|Golden Grape Bridge?|
Sunday, November 10, 2019
I sure have lots of undated prints. My lab at this time printed LOTS of numbers on the back, but no dates. Dates would have been nice. (I can guess what year it was based on the address I used on the order envelope, in this particular case.)
I hope I have scans of these somewhere. (Perhaps this stack of unlabeled CDs? Gah!) These are images from Desolation Wilderness, up near Lake Tahoe, here in California. It is a relentlessly gorgeous, high elevation, roadless wilderness with stunning lakes, snow still piled on the peaks in summer, and (at that time) a remarkable number of mosquitos.
Yes, I am the kind of gal who hauls an antique twin lens reflex camera and medium format film into the high Sierras. But you knew that.
I have boxes and boxes of photos that no one but my photo lab tech has ever seen, and found this representative example from a test roll to see if my Target Brownie Six Twenty works.
Conclusion: it works! It is a very old fashioned box camera, and has a little window that pretends to be the viewfinder, with little angled mirrors that more or less tell you where you are aiming. More or less: the boundaries aren't especially accurate, and I'm a full frame composer, so it was vexing. I wasn't sure what its focusing range was, so I have a stack of out-of-focus close ups of signs in this stack.
This print (from somewhere in the Mission, maybe on Bryant?) is a good example of "things that are so detailed I don't want to draw them, but which I LIKE." For some reason, which I never explain, fire escape shadows are one of those special things. And you are lucky I don't post more photos like this.
Note that, if I drew this scene accurately, you would be convinced that I got the shadow of the ladder wrong, because the treads aren't visible from the side. But look! The shadow makes sense!
The redness of the fire escape and alarm bell are satisfying. I also like the inconsistency in my test rolls - I really AM testing cameras when I wander about. I don't think I used this camera again, however, mostly because I have to respool film for it onto smaller "620" rolls (which take 120 film, but are just small enough to be a pain).
Saturday, November 9, 2019
One of the liberating things about posting on one's own site is: you can post whatever you like.
By which I mean: I have very few friends who would find this bridge interesting, and if this were social media, this image would have no "likes," while someone's photo of their lunch at some fashionable spot would be racking up approval (if the lunch poster is a frequent liker in the endless cycle of liking that occurs on those sites). But I'm out to please myself, so I don't have to worry about this particular bridge competing with baby photos, or cat photos, or lunch-in-restaurant-requiring-waiting-in-line photos. It's so... easy this way!
It was surprisingly cold today, especially in the shade. It didn't help that the fog was reluctant to lift, and hung around the Bay Bridge until well into the afternoon. But when it did clear, people went out to enjoy it!
The park atop Salesforce Transit Center was considerably warmer than the streets three-plus levels below.
Monday, November 4, 2019
After an eternity of looking at exposed fireproofing over the Powell Street station's top level, a grid and new lights have appeared!
This was the first time in years that I've passed through this corridor without it looking like a medical ward, and I sincerely hope that the folks that would otherwise be there are benefitting from the new tax we passed, to provide more services to people who need them.
Things have been rough in California this month. Major fires broke out around the state, and wind storms whipped them up into dangerous infernos.
This photo was taken during a break in a wind storm that briefly, so briefly, cleared the smoke-filled air while allowing me to step over fallen trees, branches, leaves, and other wind-blown debris. It was good to be outside while not feeling in danger of being blown down.