Does not matter if you have hit this blog accidentally or intentionally. Please take a look at the “About” page and then go enjoy the posts. I am showing here some pictures I have captured recently or in the past, that represents pieces of life, moments, memories, that I cherish. All of them involve places, situations, mood. I hope you could find something interesting to see, to read here, and to share. If so, I will be pleased.
I hurry my pace to get there before the sunset. Besides the fact that I was late, I missed the stop to transfer to local trains, so I missed my station. Fortunately the place was still lively – as usual – with kids and adults enjoying a white Central Park. Soft hills dressed in snow, inviting to play on the winter face of this soul of the city.
Only my phone with me. Right now my cameras are far from here, in another city, waiting to come to live with me in NY.
The light was not as good as I would have liked, but I took a few scenes and squeezed out some brightness so they would not go so insipid and reflect more what my eyes saw and felt. To one of them I have given a special tone because I like it. I hope you do too.
The biggest advantage of mobile photography is to have the ability to capture almost anything we want, almost at any time. Besides the fact that mobile phones have become a tool to denounce, attest to events, spread facts (or lies), it is a fantastic camera to take beautiful images, our vision of a particular scene, and sometimes make some kind of art.
The photos in this post were taking using an iPhone SE. I usually post-process using Capture One and the good old Nik Color Efex Pro 4, applying my own recipes created after thoroughly blending and combining filters, effects, and a variety of adjustments.
Obviously, mobile photography has serious limitations. For example, I never took
Brooklyn Bridge vision
pictures in JPEG format, always in RAW, which is not available (for now) in the mobile phones. The size, dynamic range, and such, establish limits to your final creation and sometimes you feel a little bit frustrated. But there is more satisfaction than regrets.
I am starting this mobile photography series with some pictures of my walks on my hometown city now: New York. I hope you enjoy the pictures.
That evening was cold. Upon my first contact with Prospect Park in Brooklyn I knew, felt, a different impression to the one I perceived at Central Park. Call it “intimacy”. Maybe it was the colors, or the narrow paths, sinously drawn, through the carpet of leaves. But let me tell you that I fell in love with its personality, its way to uncertainty. Autumn in Prospect Park is a enjoyable experience of reds, yellows, oranges, and introspection. That evening was cold but I forgot about it almost immediately, as I walked and took pictures at Prospect Park.
We are not living in Orlando anymore. We are on the way to relocating to New York City, but in the process the family has been touring temporarily at Maryland, close to Washington DC. Some nights ago we were visiting the monuments in the National Mall. The obelisk looks bigger in person than in the photos I have seen. It was a delightful summer night, with a clear sky and a soft breeze touching our faces. I took this picture at base of the obelisk, trying to capture the impressive perspective and the strength of this monument. If you look carefully you can make out some stars in the sky that night.
There were sounds, so gentle, so quiet, too close to the sound of silence. Some barking dog over there, maybe a solitary noise of a motor, far away, diminishing every minute, until its dissipation in the air, as a pale color on a canvas, turning almost white.
The night progressed slowly, charged by dark hues in those skies of that little cozy house, at the mountain. Then, when the morning stepped up its timid entrance, we heard “clank, clank, clank”, once and again, almost for the rest of the day.
But do not think it was bothering us. On the contrary, the clank was part of the air, like a signature of the place, besides the green, and the apple trees.
A couple of wonderful horses, one of them with a cowbell, ran toward us every time they saw our proximity, to check – if possible – our hands, searching for carrots.
This is one of them, portrait of those magical mountains, free, wild and indomitable.