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

I am officially part of the blog club.

This is my blog. It's my first.
I figured I should go ahead and add yet another form of distraction to my life, only this time, I can share it with all of you. A little about me and why I'm documenting myself on the world wide web: I am a student at CSUCI, a photographer, graphic designer and web designer and through doing this, come across some interesting things. And not so interesting things... that I'll probably share anyway. I tend to use my camera quite a bit. I am currently working on a polaroid journal which is quite the income-suck.
And, to expose myself even further, more links:

Facebook me!
http://jvillarrealitybites.tumblr.com
http://outtadodge.tumblr.com

So that's that, thanks for reading,
J.