Thoughtful, human acts carried out without applause are worth more than grand gestures made under bright lights. The ordinary is underrated.via In Praise Of The Ordinary by Story of Telling.
Showing posts with label Intersection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Intersection. Show all posts
Friday, December 8, 2017
Ordinary - Bernadette Jiwa / Story of Telling (Fri 08 Dec 2017)
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Passion - Peter Diamandis (Thu 06 Dec 2017)
People who pursue their passions inevitably create beacons that attract others who share their visionvia 3-Minute Entrepreneurship Course by Peter Diamandis.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Who inspires you? - Khalik Allah (Tue 21 Oct 2014)

Khalik Allah (*) writes on Inspiration (*) and for his photography (*):
The pursuit of real vision. That is what inspires (*) me. The eyes (*) do not see, and the ears (*) do not hear. My photography is predicated on the heart (*), which is the real organ of vision (*).via Who inspires you? (*) by Khalik Allah (*).
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
On Photography - Jeffrey Ladd / Jorg Colberg (Tue 14 Oct 2014)

Jeffrey Ladd (*) writes (*) on Photography (*):
A photograph should be more interesting than the subject (*) and transcend (*) its obviousness.As Jorg Colberg (*) writes:
Print this out, and hang it in a place where you’ll always see it.via It is what it is (*) by Jorg Colberg (*).
Done.
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Europe 2014,
Intersection,
Jeffrey Ladd,
Jorg Colberg,
Switzerland,
Thu 25 Sep 2014,
Zurich
Monday, September 29, 2014
On Boundaries - The Story of Telling (Wed 24 Sep 2014)

Bernadette (*) writes Boundaries (*):
We know that whoever gets closest to their customer wins and that’s never been more true than it is in a world where you are not limited by the boundaries that domain knowledge, distance or even monopolies once created.via Close, Closer, Closest (*) by The Story of Telling (*).
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Europe 2014,
Intersection,
Italy,
The Story of Telling,
Thu 11 Sep 2014,
Venice
Friday, June 27, 2014
On not being a Team - Nigel Risner (Fri 27 Jun 2014)

Nigel Risner (*) writes on not being a Team (*):
The reason most mergers do not work is because you bring two teams (*) together who do not hold the same values, who do not understand (*) the systems in place but are put together because somebody thinks it might work.via TEAMWORK - ON & OFF THE PITCH (*) by Nigel Risner (*).
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
On being Touched - Peter Kool - Eric Kim Street Photography (Fri 04 Oct 2013)

Peter Kool (*) writes On being Touched (*) and Street Photography (*):
a photo has to touch (*) you. It has to evoke some kind of emotion (*); astonishment (*) for different reasons.via Variety is the Spice of Life: Interview with Peter Kool (*) by Eric Kim (*).
I tried so hard to make a good photo of this intersection. It is one of a kind - the colours of a rainbow.
Friday, August 9, 2013
The Street Warrior moves forward thru time - StreetShooter (Thu 08 Aug 2013)

StreetShooter (*) writes Street Photography (*):
The Street Warrior moves forward thru time but sees the world as a passing journey.via The Ricoh GR … Defining Your Vision Part 2 (*) .
The street warrior is in tune with himself and seeks the next image not because it’s the elusive butterfly but because he counts back in time.
Knowing that each and every image recorded may be the last or even close to the last, he is prepared to make the next image the one that marks his place in time.
Brilliantly said StreetShooter (*).
[1] The narrow laneways in old Barcelona align themselves with the sun at their specified time of the day which is different for every day of the year.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Tokyo, the 50's - Ikko Narahara
Ikko Narahara (*) writes in the preface to Tokyo, the 50's (*):
Tokyo, the 50'sI bought this book following this Review (*) by Jesse Freeman (*). The preface is one of the most amazing pieces of writing on photography I have read, and I have read a lot. A beautiful book, both in words and photos, and I am so glad I took the risk to buy it on a whim.
When I First Roamed the Streets
by Ikko Narahara (*)
Photographs arrive suddenly from out of the future. For it me it was always like that. Suddenly I would reach out and grab it in midair - the photographs had appeared by itself in my hand. Whenever I pushed the shutter button, my body seemed to become transparent, as if it were out int the middle of the photograph. And as I continuted to take photographs over the years, I came to feel that the images I took had already buried in matrixes of some sort in the space of the future, where they remainded waiting for the moment when I would one day dig them up. That must surely have been how it was. From that time of the big bang with which the universe started and began its evolution, perhaps even though the will of the universe latent in the fluctuations in the "nothing" preceding the big bang, these experiences had surely been prepared for. I am simply a messenger sent to meet up with the images and rescue them. This is the only way I can reconcile myself to the strangeness and mystery of having brought so many photographs into the world.
Possessed by thoughts like these day after day, I suddenly remembered I'd forgotten something - the photographs I had taken when I first began roaming the streets.
I bought my first camera in 1954. I got it to use for my planned work., "Human Life". At the time I couldn't have imagined that after exhibiting that work my whole life would change course toward photography and toward the person I am today. In the intervals between photographing "Human Land" I used to walk the Tokyo streets with my camera. I didn't have any special or clear purpose in mind. My family had often moved to different locations in western Japan, and since I was a child I'd had the habit of thoroughly exploring each new location. I felt the same interest in my exploring Tokyo, whereI'd lived since I came there as a college student. The only difference was that now I carried a camera with me. I breathed photographs on Tokyo street corners the way I breathed air. In my viewfinder those street corners changed into "streets in my photographs." Whenever I released the shutter, I seemed to hear the beat of modern jazz, which I loved so much. I remember I kept on rambling the streets in this way until I became involved in taking my next work, "Domain" in 1958. I was so lazy that I only printed a few of these photographs. The negatives lay buried their negative case, where I forgot about them. By chance, however, I remembered these negatives from forty years earlier. For the past three years I have again been photographing in the streets of Tokyo, and this brought back the memory of my earlier roamings.
"I'd really to see them .. I wonder what photos I took back then?" I couldn't even remember most of the images, and very few of the contact prints remained. But the moment I realized I wanted to see them, I was overcome with the strange feeling of being faced with the all too obvious and simple fact that photographs have to be printed in order to be viewed. After all these years I'd become thoroughly accustomed to the life of taking photographs, and yet here I was suddenly realizing that all too easily I'd vaguely assumed that once I'd pushed the shutter the things I'd taken simply continued to exist by themselves. But even for me, they were actually nothing more than events lying latent in my mind. As mere negatives there were like inverted ghosts; they had to no reality as photographs. I was shocked to realize that those negatives still lacked real existence, and then I had to laugh at my own blindness.
Before long, from what seemed to be the negatives, I made new contact prints and began to look through them.
As I put them into the enlarge, I could hardly wait to see how they would turn out. Unrecognizable images of which I had almost no memory began to appear before my eyes. Were these really my photographs? The photographs came into being like starlight arriving from forty light years away.
Past time buried in the time of the future - a sleeping time with with its eyes suddenly wide open. Through this small astonishment I was also tasting the strangeness and wonder of photographs. As that time my darkroom was filled with the paradoxes of time travel.
I've come to see that these photographs, which excavated the light and wind of the 1950's, were unmistakably the first steps in my travels through cities which would turn into the rest of my life. [..]
Labels:
A Little Bit of Red,
Ikko Narahara,
Intersection,
Japan 2012,
Sat 22 Sep 2012,
Sumida,
Tokyo
Monday, February 18, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Intersection - Kyoto (Sat 15 Sep 2012)
Friday, February 8, 2013
Friday, December 14, 2012
On Photography - on the edge of meaningless - Mark Cohen (YouTube)
Mark Cohen (*) On Photography (*):
It is not some kind of exact analytical science going on here.via Mark Cohen - Street Photographer (YouTube) (*).
It's right on the edge of meaningless, but it's in there and that is what makes it so fascinating.
Definitely one of my favourite photography related quotes (*) so far - something I can empathise with and relate to, which probably says something about me and how I view the world.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Intersection - Broadway / New York City (Sun 18 Aug 2011)
Was recently looking through all my New York 2011 photos and this one surprised and jumped out at me. I like the colours and the reflections off the wet road surface. Always nice to find a sleeper, in my eyes anyway, amongst the archives.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Intersection #2 - Sumida / Tokyo (Fri 21 Sep 2012)
Always looking for something new in the familiar. I like the touch of yellow.
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Fri 21 Sep 2012,
Intersection,
Japan 2012,
Sumida,
Tokyo,
Yellow
Intersection #1 - Sumida / Tokyo (Fri 21 Sep 2012)
The Michael Hoppen Gallery (*) on Daido Moriyama’s Photographic Journey
In his ceaseless wandering and photographing – in the repetition – we see the artist's faith in the journey; the idea that by virtue of searching and looking, something will be found.via Tights and Lips (*).
Moriyama inherited this philosophy from Jack Kerouac's (*) On the Road (*).
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Daido Moriyama,
Fri 21 Sep 2012,
Intersection,
Japan 2012,
Sumida
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