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Posts tagged “film grain

Wall.

Bedroom wall. iPhone SE. 8.29.22.


Josh: Tintype

He’s a good lookin’ mug. Very Rasputin.

Josh. iPhone SE. 3.10.22.

Tintype: Self

iPhone SE. 3.10.22.


Smoke and Mirrors

My beloved film grain returns: Onions on a paper plate. Shot this morning: 28 MM: Canon Rebel t3i (I may have cheated a little with the bokeh bubbles though…) 2.26.22.


Crimson

Blood? Food colouring? Art is interpretive. You decide.

iPhone SE. 2.24.22.


Little Worlds

Raindrops on glass reflecting AC grate. Taken yesterday… (SOOTC + exp. crctn.) iPhoneSE. PP in LR (mobile). 2.17.22.

Birth

Gas station street art: oil and water. Iphone SE. 2.10.22.

The Birth

Eyes squeezed
Liquid
Pours into the mouth
No matter how tight it may be

Murky depths and water
Flood the slitted eyes
Death in its black and hollow cave
Extends a hand, quickly
Slapped back by the light
Which is growing yellow
Fat and bright

Wraps itself around the scene
Like a cobra
Shedding its last skin

The breath which was muted
Comes fast and loud and rough
Eyes burst open
Liquid spills and rolls down little hills

A final sigh as breath is held
Smiles are passed around like Cuban cigars
In the other room

More liquid
Filling and spilling from eyes
The baby cries

-B. Lindsey (original)
9/7/13


Forbidden

Agoraphobic temptations. SP.


Film Grain Photowalk

Rockin’ the IPHONE SE for now still. No filters; processed in LR. 2.6.22.


Other Worlds

2.6.22. IPHONESE.

Dirty street near the gas station. Taken today. More to come. x


Black History MONTH?

How about just…Black History? Like, all year round like White people get. Yeah, that’d be cool.


Self Port: Film Grain

Self port: taken today. 2.5.22. Bringin’ back the grain. Iphone SE (for now).


Low Light Film Grain

…needs to make a comeback. Think I’m’a be the one to bring it back.

And yes, I have another raging headache. (But at least it’s not a migraine.)

Yet.

2.4.22. Iphone SE.


Somebody Heard my Prayers

And sent the rain. 😁


Remember

1.3.22. Josh/macro.


Windows. Soul. Iphone SE. Natural lighting.


Queen of X’s

Iphone SE – 2.1.22.

So I just learned from a professional that if there are X’s in one’s palm print (AKA: Timeline), it’s indicative of success, wealth and greatness. Um, I have about 50 of them. Keep in mind I don’t associate money with wealth in any way, whatsoever. The same can be said for success and “greatness” (and I use that term very loosely). I prefer happiness to greatness. But for me, money pays my rent and bills; that’s about it. It’s definitely not my drive, direction, focus or happiness. We create our own happiness (or sorrow) by the choices we make in life- every day. My happiness comes free and easily.

One can have all of the material possessions he so desires- lacking nothing! But still be sorrowful in his soul. The flip side is true too: one can have not a home or a pair of shoes on her feet, and the world is hers for the taking. (Gender plays no role; I simply wanted to be fair in the whole she/he thing.)

I’m not hating my palm print. 😁

It’s definitely decorative, and I don’t quite understand all of its implications, but I dig it.


DESTROYER

1.30.31

Shredded. IPHONE SE/LR.


PHOTOGRAPHYING 101

1. 22. 22.

Convo- Circa 2005

Architect: “Birgitta, you’re always going against the grain. Always breaking the rules and doing your own thing.”

Me: “Uhuh…”

Architect: “Don’t ever stop. You’re controversial.”

Me: “Thanks!”

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Still love you, G!

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Pro tip #532

Turn your ISO/Iphone lighting down darkly so there’s a bunch of film grain and crap. Nobody likes a perfectly clear pic! Now snap that $#!+ !

Love you too, ‘pros’! xx


Call me Gam Gam

For the first time in many months, I’m behind in my work.  My large-ish assignment was due yesterday evening, but when I awoke from my deep slumber, it was 41 degrees in my house. I could almost see my breath. I huddled under my (Egyptian cotton) flannel sheets, like I was in a tee-pee, and texted my professor on my cell phone. There’s no way I can work in those conditions. She’s amazingly supportive, so she afforded me as much time as I’d like.

I had a good run for a while without my 3 day migraines. There were times when I didn’t get one for months in a row. But recently, they’ve been visiting me more often. And when I say visiting, I mean like a drunken husband that grabs you by the throat and slings you around mercilessly for 72 hours, incessantly. Now try to imagine that, truly, and now try to imagine eating a sandwich while that’s going on…or sleeping at all. Right.

Last week, I could feel some very unusual hairline fracture pain, coursing through my cranium. It feels like it’s the diameter of a hair. So tiny and thin, but so brutal in nature. It’s savage. One minute, all is well, calm, and peaceful. The next moment, I’m gripped in electrifying pain that quite literally takes my breath immediately. All I can do is squeeze my eyes tightly together, and cringe, as I wait for the moment to pass. This is nothing like my usual migraines. I’m used to a specific course of actions. This is all new territory.

Luke Perry just died from a massive stroke. No warning of any kind. That’s terrifying! He complained of head pain, and was taken in to the E.R. He was heavily sedated so the physicians could try and get the attack under control. For several days he lay there, sedated, surrounded by his loved ones. And then he slipped away- never to return again.

When I think about that, and then I think about just how many 3 day migraines I’ve endured, which is accompanied by blurred vision and slurred speech, and tingling in my left hand and arm, I wonder just how much time is left on my clock. I can’t help but think about death. When you feel like you’re living on borrowed breath, believe me, you think about death just as much, if not more, than you think about life.

People are ridiculous. They think they have all the time in the world, and they carry grudges and choose to not forgive others. All of that anger means absolutely nothing in the end! It’s all wasted energy. Useless. It serves the ego only. There’s no reward there. And it’s a fool’s meal and they eat it up with every angry chomp!

It’s sad, really. And it’s funny how, some people would rather stop talking to you altogether than simply say, “I’m sorry. I was wrong.” And that’s a tragedy.

As for me, there’s no one person in the world who I wouldn’t feed or clothe or hug tightly if they showed up on my doorstep. I’ve been tried already in the fires of hell itself. It wasn’t always easy, but I chose to forgive. I forgave every single person who ever wronged, hurt, or abused me. Not only did I forgive them, I chose to love them too. I CAN back up my words with a long history of action. Unfortunately, the ones who’ve turned their backs on me cannot say the same. They have no idea how to swallow their pride and choose love over anger. I pray that God will find them in the Way before it’s too late. because we all are only given so much time, and then we don’t get any more time to try and make things better.

Today one of the greatest things happened to me. I was called to my son and daughter-in-law’s house as they had some news they wanted to share with me. When Josh and I got there, my son’s sweet little gal showed me her pregnancy test, and it was positive! I’m going to finally be a grandmother! Oh happy day! I’ve had to sit silently in the shadows of all of my friends, as they post pics of  themselves with their grandkids. I’ve always felt like Queen Elizabeth, but not in a royal way.  She was known as the “Virgin Queen” (and that’s a total farce, because she was a trifling ho, actually, who even had her lover’s wife murdered so she could have him- Robert Dudley- all to herself. That’s how big her ego was.)  But no, I always felt like the “Virgin Grandma”. But no longer! 🙂

And so after some thought, Josh had a good laugh and suggested “Gam Gam” for my royal title, and then Gabbie chuckled too and sanctioned it, officially. So, yes, I will soon be known as Gam Gam. I love it. 🙂

It feels good to be editing again. I edited a pic of my son, brian, and his gal, Gabbie, from our trip to the Smoky Mountains, in Gatlinburg, Tennessee on Thanksgiving of last year. It was shot in colour, but I did some work on it- cleaned it up in Photoshop- as well as did some contrast and gamma adjustments and mixed the exposure- midtones/shadows/and highlights. I added some grain (which I adore) and hit it with a gaussian blur + selective unsharp mask and mastered the overall RGB curves, then each channel individually, aaaaaand mixed the colour balance channels, individually- shadows, midtones, and highlights there as well.

You may think when you see a pic of mine that I hit one or two tabs to edit it in post processing- like most everybody does these days on their phones- ha. If you only knew. Many of my photos are usually a combination of 15+ channels, mixed, blended, erased, flattened (wash, rinse, repeat 5 or 10 more times) so by the end, it’s entirely mastered in practically every area. I make it look easy, but I’ve had a good 15 years at this now.

Brian & Gabbie- Carl Zeiss Jena Flektogon 35/2.8 vintage film lens/Canon Rebel t3i
BobandGab


Painting with Light

Pics taken manually with the Super Tak film lens + Digital Rebel XSI. Natural sunlight- some SOOTC/straight out of the camera/Spring Mill Park- Mitchell, Indiana 9/8/14 (“Painting with Light” my interpretation– start out with total blackness. Bring in the light subtly via ISO/sh. sp./ & ap.) 

TreesMJ

SOOTC/straight out of the camera- cropped only

flowerMJstixMJ

fungusMJ

IllBeBlueMJ

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loommj

TheWayMJ

Another SOOTC/cropped only
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hereweareMJ
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