Posts tagged ‘HDR’

April 17, 2015

All of the middle ground

KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa
All of the middle ground
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March 29, 2015

View provided by ownership

View provided by ownership
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January 22, 2015

Backlands gate

This was along the route at the edge of the farms where they crashed into reclaimed tribal lands. All of the roads were dirt and most of the people walking with things on their heads painted their faces. Riding in the back of the truck you could make brief eye contact and then watch them wrap backward around the bend. The red dust kicks up so much that when you stop you have to wait a while for it to settle, if you want to take it how it was.
Backlands gate
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January 17, 2015

Bus 126

Bust 126

November 22, 2014

Bob Ross Colorado spruce

I remember thinking to myself, “Wow, that’s a Bob Ross tree.” I must have done this at least three or four times over the course of the weekend, because I have as many photographs from various moments. I only remember photographing the tree once, but there it was again as I went through my five memory cards. I shot 2,500 photographs on my September trip to Colorado and processed maybe 700 of them to this point. Maybe half of the original 2,500 are duplicates and there are a few triplicates, as well. Anyway, it all melts into the back of my brain until I sift through for the winners. I think Bob Ross would have taken out the light pole and encircled the base with foliage.
Bob Ross Colorado spruce
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November 13, 2014

Profilescape

The view was the other way.
Profilescape
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November 12, 2014

American night

American night
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November 6, 2014

The night after the night after

Everything seemed to shift and stay the same.
The night after the night after
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October 16, 2014

I’ve forgotten everything I’ve ever said

I’ve come to accept that a majority of people I come into contact with are going to tell me the same stories over and again. Or they’re going to repeat the structures of how they will tell me these stories. Exasperation, consternation, humor, reconciliation, conclusion. Wash, rinse, repeat. I’m finding myself less interested in sharing for fear of falling into ruts of this variety. The more you put the words in your mind into some kind of space to be digested, the more aware you become of the taste of the meal. If not to the right temperature, never serve.
I've forgotten everything I've ever said
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October 15, 2014

Road to the back

I’m really rusty having not made a landscape or anything that resembles something I’ve previously posted in more than a month. This was a road to the back side of a farm in South Africa.
Road to the back
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