Against Me! photos.

@ Velvet Jones//Santa Barbara, CA.
Such a fun show, whoa!!

And yet more reason to be in love.

Another well-written review:
(link to actual article here)

The Powershot G series has represented a fairly formidable presence at the top of the compact camera tree. From a keen photographer point-of-view, there's little on the market that can match its mixture of zoom range, lens flexibility, build quality and level of manual control. Somehow Ricoh's GX and Nikon's P series have never quite had the same impact but Panasonic's LX3 has been enough to tempt some potential customers away, with its bright lens and convincing (for a compact) low-light performance.

Be Mine.

Photofocus Blog repost (here is link to blog article)
by scottbourne
There’s no perfect camera. There never will be. There’s no camera that’s right for everybody in every situation. But the Canon PowerShot G11 is a camera that is right for more things than not, and more people than not, and in my opinion, it’s a camera that re-establishes Canon as the king of the high-end compact.

The big news is that Canon made a great decision in pushing this camera out the door with 10 megapixels rather than the 14.7 megapixels found in the G10. In other words, the camera is aimed at those more interested in image quality over top-dog resolution.

The 5X, 28-140mm (EFL) lens covers a large focal range that works very well for most situations. As I said earlier when testing this camera for the first time, I do miss the slightly wider 24mm focal range of the Panasonic LX3, but it’s no deal breaker.

Mehehehe of the Day..

It's magnificent:
:DDDDD

okey bokeh

Found this source on diyphotography.net ... looks really fun!

(This article was contributed by Karsten Stroemvig (aka Lullaby), see his other great photograph projects, or browse through our readers projects section. )

Bokeh is an adaptation from a a Japanese word meaning blur. In photography this term is used to describe the quality of the areas in the picture which are not in focus.
When referring to Bokeh, we can distinguish some of it characteristics:
- Is the light/dark gradient smooth or sharp?
- What shape will a small dot of light take what it is in the Bokeh area? (mirror lenses for example, create a bagel like Bokeh)
We can play with those two variants to create a special Bokeh.
You will need :

• One large aperture lens (a Canon 50mm F1.8 is used here, but Nikon 50mm 1.8 will also do, and the superb Nikon 50mm 1.4 will work even better)
• One sheet of black paperboard

I've spent the last 3 hours...

... getting back into this blog thing! So, the main concept, purpose and/or theme for even creating a blog was for my photography/artistic interests and tendencies. I'm not usually very good at consistency. But, for temporary consistency's sake, just thought I'd announce that I am starting a new photo series/project. On film.

Copy & paste rules.

Found this in a friend's blog... wow...

Pop

by Barack Obama

Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
I’m sure he’s unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He’s so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
But I don’t care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Two fingers.
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ’cause
I see my face, framed within
Pop’s black-framed glasses
And know he’s laughing too.

– Barack Obama