Walking Past the Fence
Walking Past the Fence
I often felt I wasn’t alone on the sidewalk as I walked past this fence. Perhaps this photo captures that feeling.
It’s a long-ago photo using black and white film with my old Pentax K1000, and the 50mm lens with the adapter that I typically use for extreme detail. I decided to walk around one bright and sunny early December day and see how the world looked through that lens. I’ve always felt this lens was more sensitive than most.
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Overexposed, 2011
Overexposed
The morning glory vines I’d photographed a few weeks ago twining around the rusty wrought iron fence were now blooming, so I took my camera to photograph on a walk through the neighborhood to Main Street.
However, I had forgotten to change the settings on my camera, which were on fully manual and set for low light photographs, probably my black cats looking out the window in the morning.
All was not lost, however, as I like the effect of the faded but clear areas in the fence and the leaves, and the rather vivid violet in the morning glories, but all the washed out areas where the white barn and light-colored pavement were reflecting the mid-day sun and it just overpowers all the detail.
Old and New, 2011
Old and New
This contrast of the fresh, delicate, curving, organic, colorful morning glory vine against the rigid, geometric, rusty, manufactured, earthy red wrought iron fence is totally engaging to me. I like them both—the craggy familiar old fence and the fresh and perfect vine. Combined, they are a perfect statement.
Wrought Iron
Wrought Iron
This old, old fence has divided a brick street from the library grounds for more years than I know, now all rusted and peeling but still doing its job in the late afternoon sun.
Old and New
Old and New
This contrast of the fresh, delicate, curving, organic, colorful morning glory vine against the rigid, geometric, rusty, manufactured, earthy red wrought iron fence is totally engaging to me. I like them both—the craggy familiar old fence and the fresh and perfect vine. Combined, they are a perfect statement.
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