Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Ansel Adams
Ansel Adams was the most famous photographer known for black and white photos. His photography showed a lot of emotion even for the simplest of things. When Ansel was only 4 an aftershock of an earthquake knocked him over, breaking his nose. With his shyness, and genius behaviors it made it hard for him to fit in at school. His father and aunt taught him before he went to private school because he wasn't very successful. His somewhat odd, and different childhood also made him more interested in being outdoors. Something very interesting was that when Ansel was just 12 he taught himself how to play the piano and read music. Soon after he had started lessons it had made something in his mind want to do formal schooling. For the next years the piano was Ansel's primary occupation and in 1920 his intended profession. The piano had brought peace to Ansel's crazy childhood, even though he eventually gave that all up for photography. He published his very first photography in the Sierra Club's 1922 bulletin. In 1927 Ansel made his very first visualized photograph, Monolith, The Face of Half Dome. Ansel came under influence of a man named Albert M. Bender who made his first portfolio. Albert"s encouragement, support, and determination changed Ansel's life drastically. Also in 1927 Ansel met Edward Weston, another photographer who not only became great friends with him but one of his greater colleagues. A lot of people and groups realized the energy and great work these two men did.
In the 1930's Ansel's stardom rose furiously! He made is first visit to New York in 1933 to meet Alfred Stieglitz. The man whose work inspired Ansel to the greatest of his potential. Ansel spent a lot of his time in New York and Stieglitz's circle played a huge role in his artistic life. All this payed off when in 1933 New York gave Ansel his first show. Ansel was a great photographer and reading about him inspires me to never give up my dream of being a photographer. The reason I chose this picture above was because it is of Alfred Stieglitz, then man who had inspired him to persevere in everything he did, even when times got tough. This man played a big role in Ansel's life. Ansel selected this image for his Museum Set, which was 75 of what he considered his best photographs and said it would help define his artistic legacy.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Camera Settings
Monday, April 16, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Panoramic Photos
Friday, March 16, 2012
Foster
Hey there, the names Foster and this is my story. Half my life I have been sitting here in this garage staring at nothing but blank walls, rusty parts, and old tools. I don't have much potential for anything good, at least that's what The Man says. In case you're wondering The Man owns me, picked me up at an old junkyard for who knows what. Not much of a change if you ask me; still smells the same. Hidden talents are I love to sing, all day. My job is to sit here and pray that one day The Man will finally use me, and not let me rot here.
I long to find courage and hope of something better than this, to prosper into something great! I haven't grown with others explaining life to me, telling me it's okay or what's right or what's wrong. I would say I'm a pretty independent person not growing up with a family. I lost them in a flood about 6 years ago. I was only 5 at the time and had no clue what was going on. It all happened so fast I couldn't keep up. I could hear my mother and father calling for me to float faster, but the waves just kept coming. Eventually I floated to a near by tree and hooked onto it; as another wave crashed by. Knocked me out and the rest is just a blur. That was the last time I ever saw them.
One day I was sitting doing what I love to do most, daydreaming, when all of a sudden the door slams open. Startled me so bad I almost chipped myself. The Man comes in carrying four boards, almost exactly like me. Throws them down and storms out slamming the door behind him. At first it was silent, for a really long time, then it began. All the screaming and the yelling, and the vocabulary I've never heard in my life. I tried to calm them but they wouldn't stop, " GUYS! " I screamed. Still nothing. " SHUT YOUR WOOD! ", then dead silence. I sat there for a long moment thinking of what I could say before i said it.
"Who are you?", said a young looking board with a purple stripe down her side.
"I'm Foster. The board, obviously.", I stuttered.
"And that God awful man, who was he?", she exclaimed.
"That's The Man, he's in charge of everything. Never really see him, all I know is he's not exactly what you, patient."
She stared at me for a really long time, and then walked back to her mortified family huddling in the corner. No one said anything for the rest of the night. I figured it was safe to sleep, and so I did. The next morning I woke up too rattling, and the cries of a really annoying infant. I walked to their side, and stared at the family intently. The woman I assumed to be the mother asked me a lot of questions about my life and my family. I told her about how I got here and how I lost my family. She got dead silent, which made me think I said something wrong. She looked at me with longing, and sorrow. A way I've never been noticed before, then hugs me. And I don't mean one of those hugs you get when someone says hi, or I'm so sorry, it was long and somewhat painful. She let's go and stares into my eyes,
"Foster .. ", she says softly, " I lost my son in a flood 6 years ago."
Holy sweet mother of all that is holy, I thought. This is my mom, the woman who I lost ever so long ago! We've found each other! I got tingly all over and tears filled my eyes.
"His name was Casen, and was so much like you. It makes me feel like he is here with us once again."
I sat there, for a long time with nothing left in me but the pain I felt over 6 years ago. I wanted to run away, and hidE forever but I knew I couldn't. I told her I was sorry and walked back to my side of the garage, and just laid down thinking about how I almost found my family, and was once happy again.
For years we were with each other, and got to know each other. Even though they weren't my family, they treated me like one of theirs. For that I am so thankful.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Composition
Filling The Frame
Vertical Lines
Converging Lines
Framing
Horizontal lines
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Composition
Rule of thirds
Vertical
Diagnol 
Different View
Filling the Frame
Framing
Converging Lines
Horizontal
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Serenity In Japan
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