POETSKY
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Slices of momentum
a picture speaks a thousand words. that is why I love them. a picture can remind you vividly of a fleeting moment. they can jog your memory and take you back in time. you can capture a moment as the BFG captures dreams. photographs also are a great way to share memories and moments especially ones harder to describe with many fine details which erode over time and subsequent experience, in our mental archives. Pictures are great for sharing, almost as great as sharing a meal. In a way they are like meals, as they can sometimes be considered "food for thought". they can be very evocative to thoughts and emotions. feelings and mindsets. Pictures certainly all carry a feeling, or an energy, a vibe, which tells a story of a time which is now, past and gone, yet preserved, in the form of a key to unlock and recollect. A momento. Pictures help us to share different perceptions with one another, and to share moments of life which may otherwise be missed. art of all kinds, wedding albums, TV coverage of "xyz". This is why I love to take photographs. I am by no means a professional, neither am i skilled to any meaningful degree. I simply use a camera phone, and I simply point and shoot. my aim is to attempt, to capture, the essence of whatsoever stokes my interest, my curiosity, my sense of appreciation or wonder or awe, or that which stokes my sense of humor even. I have at times used a sort of semi crossover camera, but with no knowledge or experience to get the best out of it. I can however say I have taken some interesting and cool shots. more than anything, I capture a moment, a feeling, a connection of some sort. I love to share my photos because there are only two reasons to take any. 1... is to remember, and 2... is ultimately to share that memory. Sharing is caring and so if the energy of a picture is good to me I believe it may be good for others. Camera phones can hold their own in terms of capturing memories. A camera phone will not give the top quality and the full control over as much as a quality camera can, but they can sure capture a moment. They are pretty good at sharing too. the wildlife shots I am sharing have been obtained over quite a few years now, literally just along the way. either on holiday or on a lunch break etc, out in the city or in the countryside etc. Quite a few are pet photos and some were taken during a trip to a safari park ( https://www.woburnsafari.co.uk/ ). from insects, to birds, to domestic cats and dogs, to brown bears, I've thrown a bit of everything in there as much as possible. I find if there's any knack at all to taking a picture (aside from having the skills and the camera to level up your game), it would be that, the moment comes to you and you must be ready to capture it. this is how to capture a moment and thus a great picture or memory that just has to be shared. It comes to you, you seize it. for me that's all I do. That's how I captured every single one of these shots. if you happen to see a pose, it was given to me. there is no other method I use. it could also be called luck, being in the right place at the right time and just possessing an eye for whatever it may be. ok I admit, sometimes I may seek some particular vantage point or another or seek out a perspective I wish to convey, but the moment always comes to me.
By POETSKY2 years ago in Photography
Cutting through traffic
As a child, about nine or ten years old, I was with my brother (who in his teens... came across more than a few beautiful little cars, like minis, and metros... all twin cams and turbos. His good friend Augustine.. oh boy! could he swap engines, and seats, and wheels, and things. One day I was with a friend, his name was victor. we were together in my brother's latest boys toy. I can't remember if he just offered or if I asked, to learn, but all I can remember is it being my turn. I'm in the drivers seat, facing the steering wheel, rev counter and speedometer, barely was able to see over the dash. nevertheless I did nothing rash as I listened keenly to my big bro who stressed clutch control over and over again. Before I knew.. I was on a roll, start stop, start stop, start stop.. each time adding a strand of nerve, between my brain, and my left foot.. now clutch down put it in second and ease it up... then third... I was driving. Changing gears was something my brother or father would allow me to do as a nipper in the eighties, as was steering. many times I had helped my mum into, or out of, a tight parking space with my natural spacial awareness. I even graduated to fully contracting of the job of parking for her sometimes. Then came the naughty years. I'd steal my mother's keys and go driving to see my friends, or just for the pure pleasure ... (a sort of benign joy ride), even tried to give it the big shot a get a date lol. I had and engine problem once as a sign I was on the wrong path however I was under the thinking that so long as I return the car in one piece, spent fuel replenished (about a fivers worth or so), preferably parked back in the same spot... then no harm was done. Needless to say I grew out of that attitude with maturity and responsibility. Came a time I was seeking a profession of some sort or just something to do, and so i trained as a courier, got an NVQ level 2 "delivering goods by road", and got myself a job as a motorcycle courier. this is when I learned the humble "Lifesaver" (a simple look over your shoulder to see what is happening around you), and well... I still got knocked over many times. Mostly by cab drivers. however those experiences came with the proverbial silver lining as firstly.. I learned. I learned all sorts of stuntman type breakfalls. I learned how to eject myself from my bike or bycicle in the split seconds before a collision. rather like a struck fighter pilot. I learned how to roll along the floor (like Arnie in T2... the liquid nitrogen scene) and get up and get myself off of the road before being struck again because the moving traffic isn't stopping soon enough ..like an action man. I learned to read and interpret the roads from a much more vulnerable and defensive standpoint! I learned to take care of myself! and that my safety, was in my hands! and more specifically, in my brain! all of which had the side effect of me scoffing at helmets for a while. Those and bike lanes. For the reduced agency and self responsibility and (one of my favourite all time road safety related words)... Anticipation. with maturity I now see clear cut bike lanes, well planned, and safely designed, with zero confusion or ambiguity, and well fitting, properly fastened, helmets as essential components of health and safety. Naturaly I moved on eventually becoming a driver's mate after joing an employment agency. In actual fact, I was a mate for many years. Having my first taste of being a white van man whilst out with my dad, helping him with his work for some pocket money. He delivered parcels, and I'd go out with him, to a lovely rural area called Buckinghamshire, which was his patch. I'd see how the other half and was always impressed to see all the lovely greenery, leafy villages and beautiful house with names and not numbers. finding them was easy, as it was so exciting to do so. my eyes eyes were naturaly peeled. I had a great experience and it was also a time of good man to young man bonding with my father. I got good excercise, running catalogues and boxes from the van to the doors. many a time was a moment of connection when we be offered a drink or a tip or a look around at some beautiful home or garden (the type with a lake and acres of Greenery.. maybe a horse etc) it was a far cry from hackney Islington or Camden etc. Courtesy, and invitation, a drink and relaxation, it was nice, and also a lesson in life.
By POETSKY2 years ago in Confessions
