Picture
Make: PENTAX Corporation
Model: PENTAX Optio S60
Shutter Speed: 1/1000 second
F Number: F/4.3
Focal Length: 6 mm
ISO Speed: 80
Date Picture Taken: Jan 10, 2008, 6:40:44 PM
Artist's Comments
At a site designated for demolition near South Kensington Station, Melbourne.
Wow, this photography is really something else. Very interesting perspectives. Nice and sharp.
And, being a word-person, I have to say that I love the titles as well
i'm glad you enjoy ;) i like to think i'm a word person, too, so i tend to put deep thought into the titles of each piece. i think a title has the power to alter, distort, and amplify the meaning of any piece.
i digress.
Thanks for your words :) they may seem small to you, but i value each one (compared to when, say, someone says "i like it" and nothing more).
it reminds me of a dream i had once where my vision was rainbow coloured around my peripherals but towards the center it all the colours bled to white - just like this picture!!
rainbow-tunnel-vision
okay now i'm rambling...i'll shut up now
no wait....
only after saying that...
if it wasn't clear, yes i like it
Artistic missions are the funnest kind of missions! Though i wouldn't really know where to go, until i spot some more cool sites around the place. Actually i saw one on the way home the other day, but it's nearer to where i live (Werribee) and my guess is you're no way near that at all (almost nobody on dA is, for some reason).
Not really. I'm on the other side of the city, near Caulfield. But I'm happy to commute for artistic purposes.
Have you ever been past Macaulay? It's a station on the Upfield line. You know the FCUK sign you see when you go over the Bolte Brigde? It's down below the freeway there. Looks nasty, lots of graffiti.
I've never had to ask someone not to rape me before. So we're even.
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Try hard, my love. Do you hear the distant strings? Please remember what this means.
i like the word, "spectral"; it makes me think of gaunt-faced wraiths who watch from edge of shadows, where light is nigh but nay, and whispers are indecipherable but certainly not imperceptible. Like shells of men, their souls long gone to the night but the scars of their past still live on to haunt the living damned. Not necessarily in an angsty, harmful sort of haunting way, but in the kind of way that lets you know they're always present, but they seem to never directly intervene with your life. Almost as if they exist inside mirrors and outside windows, but nothing nearer.
Devious Comments
And, being a word-person, I have to say that I love the titles as well
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i'm glad you enjoy ;) i like to think i'm a word person, too, so i tend to put deep thought into the titles of each piece. i think a title has the power to alter, distort, and amplify the meaning of any piece.
i digress.
Thanks for your words :) they may seem small to you, but i value each one (compared to when, say, someone says "i like it" and nothing more).
it reminds me of a dream i had once where my vision was rainbow coloured around my peripherals but towards the center it all the colours bled to white - just like this picture!!
rainbow-tunnel-vision
okay now i'm rambling...i'll shut up now
no wait....
only after saying that...
if it wasn't clear, yes i like it
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>.> colour can be fun.
--
Try hard, my love.
Do you hear the distant strings?
Please remember what this means.
¬_¬ i've never had to promise that before...
Artistic missions are the funnest kind of missions! Though i wouldn't really know where to go, until i spot some more cool sites around the place. Actually i saw one on the way home the other day, but it's nearer to where i live (Werribee) and my guess is you're no way near that at all (almost nobody on dA is, for some reason).
--
Have you ever been past Macaulay? It's a station on the Upfield line. You know the FCUK sign you see when you go over the Bolte Brigde? It's down below the freeway there. Looks nasty, lots of graffiti.
I've never had to ask someone not to rape me before. So we're even.
--
Try hard, my love.
Do you hear the distant strings?
Please remember what this means.
i love losing myself to the canvas of my mind :o
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