I like photography; I really do.
But lately I’ve been pressured to write, to create stories, to concentrate on becoming more of a writer. The pressure comes from within, and it means I think more about writing than I do photography . . . and yet, I’ll not abandon the hobby.
That was he evening of February 21st, one of many late-February days that saw lots of snow flying around.
These were taken out the bedroom window, the backyard illuminated by two flood lights mounted above and to the left from where I snapped the hand-held photo. Even with the bright lights, I had to crank up the ISO to 3200 for the above and I was reasonably pleased with the results.
I was less pleased three days later when I came in from a mini shoot in the front yard after losing the light of the setting sun. I photographed melting snow, something I’ve not done for a few years.
Why was I not pleased? . . . because I once again forgot to reset the camera. I shot some 60+ photos at ISO 3200. This despite the fact I was using a wireless trigger and a tripod.
The result? Grain up the wazoo, and I don’t have to tell you how uncomfortable that can get.
Nothing doing; the light already gone, there was no chance for a reshoot. I only had one recourse . . . process in DxO and then process in Lightroom and then process in onOne, and then make finishing tweaks in Lightroom.
I do have a SmugMug Gallery HERE for them so inclined, but they are not the quality photos I was hoping for. You can also click on them to get a larger version without going to see the originals in SmugMug.
One of the reasons I like these kinds of photos is for the shapes one can see . . . and with a little imagination, for the figures in those shapes.
Take the above, for instance . . . at least two horses, one simple and another detailed, a fairly complicated bug of some kind, an anteater, and a few others that could go any number of ways; a mouse or a bear cub, a vulture or a toucan, an eagle looking out from the page or the back of an elephant.
Some have animals along with neat abstract patterns.
Or is it abstract patterns?
Look at some of these long enough, and pareidolia kicks in.
The human mind does not like chaos. It likes everything organized, categorized, identified. Look at something random, and the brain goes apeshit trying to match what it perceives with things it already knows. Therefore, instead of random, I see a fish arguing with a camel, an octopus, a couple of squids, a racoon, and more . . . if I just keep looking.
Some of the shapes are a stretch, but the brain does not care. Worse yet, once you see a shape, recognize it for something, each time you look at it again it gets reinforced until eventually you can’t not see it.
The last two shots are some of the more abstract I took . . . it took me longer to find a horse head in the first one and a few faces in the second one.
. . . er . . . no way I’m saying what I see there.
By far, because of how our brains have evolved, the easiest things we see and recognize are faces.
Sometimes the patterns are such that the brain just admires the view, but eventually . . .
. . . OMFSM! . . . the cast of Friends!
I kid; it’s the cast from The Big Bang Theory.
By the way, just by me saying what I see, your brain will go on a hunt for it, and is more likely to see it because it’s now trying to match what it sees to a smaller set than if it had no priming.
I see at least four faces in there; some human, some alien, some screaming . . . and it’s all changes in just a few minutes; the ice was melting fast, evaporating before my eyes.
Sometimes there are big wide faces . . .
. . . and sometimes they are thin and hiding . . .
Perhaps you don’t see faces; perhaps you see something else.
Sometimes I just marvel at the thin supports that hold up what seems like a lot of ice, but in reality carries very little weight.
How about these next ones . . . don’t they seem like that should topple?
Anyway, I’ll leave you, my dear readers, to ponder the fragility, the shapes, the details that are melting snow on a warm February day.
Hmm . . . some of these might look good in B&W.
We’ll see, but for now . . .
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