Sentimental+toys+type+photography= happy me. Hope everyone is having a lovely day!
On Christmas Eve I joined up with my folks and we went out to visit my grandparents in the small town of Morton. Buy the time we got there I had been up for a little over 24 hours so I spend the day doing a mix of taking photos, doing the family thing, and napping.
Unfortunately, I later found out that I was tired enough that I was rather soft on the focus, but still managed a few things alright.
Hopefully everyone had a good holiday season!
Here are a few more macroesque shots of dead things resisting falling over in the daily rain. In other news, I just decided I want to do macro shots of cheese solely for the purpose of being able to call it “Macro-ni and cheese.”
And on that note, onto the pictures.
Designed this yesterday for a friend who’s involved with NorthWest Vinyls.
For the moment I might not be posting quite as regularly as I’m watching tons of tutorials and teaching myself you to use AfterEffects and Premier Pro proficiently. Though, this has promise for much cooler things in the future!
I’ve been sitting on these photos for a couple of weeks now and just finally got around to editing them. That being said, this was from a location shoot! The house we were in had such a lovely old oven that spoke of a different time in which all ascetics could be traced back to cars.
I love the product design of that now lost era. It’s awesome just by the fact that though everyone would stare at the beauty of your oven’s badge, no one would second guess its being there.
As you pull out from the initial trance the badge has held you in for so many moments you begin to see a device that is not only very pleasing to the eye, but built with extreme purpose. And that purpose was to feed the nuclear family. The left oven has one low rack and only one other spot to move that rack in case you have a smaller roast because the kids are eating at the neighbors. The right oven has a number of racks so that you may prepare all of your side dishes at the same time in a timely manner.
The gas stove protecting from the high cost and lack of reliability of an electric one. (Electric stoves were slow to catch on, especially in rural areas due to the high cost of electricity. The patent however, was granted in 1897, at least one with a dial.)
If you’re in need of more counter space, then the green back moves down to cover all of the burners, both child proofing and providing that extra counter space that you need.
Finally, for convenient storage, there are to pull out drawers beneath the respective ovens to keep those pans close at hand!
They even thought to include a little tick mark for every other minute on the inside of the larger numbers so you could make your dinner a perfect golden brown! I think that an oven like this provides more of a definition of what the 50’s – early 60’s design and family life in America than just about any other object.
On from the design itself, the brilliant white plastics have long since yellowed from all the meals made within. Over the years they become stains that won’t come out with any amount of scrubbing, just adding to the over all mystique of the thing.
I think that it’s always interesting how much history an object like an oven can have when given the attention that it so rarely receives. This is true not just for ovens, but for just about any object, especially those of antiquity. What a neat place we live in. If you made it this far, thanks for reading though my babble or quickly scrolling though the pictures and catching the last sentence!
This is an small idea that I had the other night and got around to shooting on my way home from work last night. Sort of like a self portrait, but with a bit more life and character.
As it were, shooting the photos was much harder than I anticipated. I had set up with my tripod and trusty intervelometer. But then came the timing. On my 30d you can get just over a 3 second burst of photos on the high setting, so I had to set my delay from hitting the button, jumping on my bike, pedaling up, and finally jumping onto the wall.
I think I have between 75 and 100 pictures of just a blank wall and maybe 30 more of myself much to early or too late. Also this is a spot a good friend showed me about a week ago. Normally I can do my little wall rides over the squares, but the whole time I was going at these I couldn’t focus on the trick because I was straining my ears to hear the shutter go.
All in all, fun project, I’m never doing it alone again though. It would have been a very easy to have another person there to ride or on trigger.
Though this does portray me fairly well I feel, right down to the, “Blah, there’s a lot going on!”
For the past few weeks every time that I’ve gone out with my camera, I’ve ended up taking photos of dead plants. This is a selection of those photos.
And, because it’s always threatening to rain or actually raining, all of the light is nice an consistent across the whole batch.
I think that one of the reasons that I find all these dead plants so interesting is because for the most part everything stays green here. Most of the trees are fir trees, and ferns, ivies, and a lost of other small bushes just stay green though winter. Also the wet weather breaks most of the dead plants down fairly quickly, so by this time of year you actually have to keep an eye out to notice them.
A couple of weeks ago I was working on a job doing fireman training videos in a fire house. About half way through the day we had about a half hour to kill between shots because we got ahead of schedule and the talent for the next set hadn’t shown’t up yet. So this left me with free roam with my still camera in the station for a little while, and here’s what I got!
With hot hits and soft fills the large windows made for ideal conditions as I skittered about.
Although it may not look like it, it was definitely pouring rain outside. Also, for those who aren’t familiar with fire houses or haven’t had the chance to badger firemen with questions, that pipe that runs up the center of the shot connects the truck exhaust into a ventilation system so that they can run the engines inside without becoming in fumigated . It sit’s on a slide track so it doesn’t have to be manually removed when the truck heads out, it just pops of at the pressure of the truck pulling out.
Finally found motivation and time to edit some of these pictures! So here goes. I had another rainy day off so I went to shoot photos at an old barn that I had made note of a couple weeks ago. There were a lot of neat details laying around, but the whole place was grown over very thick with blackberry stickers.
Since I shot the photos I’ve been able to ask around and find out why the old barn still stands. Up until about ten years ago it was part of a large buffalo farm. I don’t know if the farm was faltering or if there was just enough money offered, but WallMart bought all of the land with the intention of building a new store there.
And then? Nothing.
No one seemed to know why a WallMart was never built here. But it seemed most everyone was happy it hadn’t been. So now ten years later all that is left is the overgrown farm and the memories it holds.
While by no means covered in beer cans and bottles, many of the larger bushes would show off troves of hoarded glass and tin if you peaked beneath their leafy exteriors.
The small sticker bush tunnel to the barn proper once had a soft floor of mattresses. Now barely remaining are their coils, almost invisible until you step on the rusty springs.
You can still see all of the tin roofing on the ground. One of two small rooms off the back of the barn that looked like they had once been canning rooms. The only evidence this being some left over shelves and some broken mason jars. This room still most of three walls even long after a tree broke though the roof on its trek for sunlight.
I really enjoy these old places. I feel like they often have more life and stories than the places where people still reside. You just need to look for them. Like a detective, but without the snub nose revolver and the goons on your tail.
I’m already sitting on photos from a couple other houses. I have more marked out to shoot too. I occasionally just drive around looking for places, but more often then not, I hear about them through the grapevine. More soon! Thanks for reading all the hubbub or at least quickly scrolling to the bottom!
I saw this sign while catching up with my mom. She saw some of the photo’s I have of old and abandoned buildings (I’ll edit and post them soon) and wanted to show me some she had found. After awhile this just turned into us driving around chatting. We ended up in the town of Machias. It was just after sundown that I saw this sign in someones yard. I loved it. I grabbed the gear that I of course had in the car and set up on the edge of the yard.
After a moment a lady came out and asked what we were doing. I was able to meet her and her husband Bruce (I never caught her name). They allowed me into their yard to snap this and told me how it had come into their possession. Oh, and of course I was hiding with the tripod under an umbrella because as always, it was raining.
They had an assortment of of other beautiful treasures around their yard so I hope I can make it back out there again!