B’s Photo Gallery
Name: Bschooled
Occupation: Photographer
About Me:
I am a professional Photographer who specializes in photos that are pleasing to the eye. My goal is to create the most exciting photographs possible, bar none. My equipment, be it cameras, picture-taking devices, Apple iPhones, etc., are chosen solely based on their ability to make “taking exciting pictures” possible.
My vision of the world is of a place of beauty. A place where we can experience a direct contact with nature (both indoor and outdoor nature), a place where we can find respite from the pressures and stresses of the 21st century, a place where we can find respite from the pressures and stresses from the upcoming 22nd century, a place where we can store all of our stuff, and last but not least, a place where we can find inspiration.
The quality of my work is the result of three factors: natural abilities, hard work, and more natural abilities. I have been an artist all my life–though not always a practicing one–and was never pushed to make art either by my parents or anyone else. I swear.
My first photographs will never be displayed on this site and that is because they are nowhere close to the quality I seek. I did them over a month ago, back when I knew nothing about photography. The vision was always there. My ability to turn this vision into expressive images is something I achieved only after weeks of hard work and natural abilities. I started photography in August of 2009 and I am only now starting to create some of the most satisfying images I have ever created.
About my Equipment:
I work with large-format, medium-format and small-format. Extra-small or extra-extra small format is not an option.
The choice of which camera I use is based on my vision for each image. With small format, I now exclusively use my digital camera. When I want to create panoramic images I use my digital camera set on the “panoramic” setting. And when I desire to make large prints from an image, or when only the finest quality will do, I use my digital camera set on the “blur reduction” setting.
About My Gallery:
Although I have many galleries (as you will eventually see), the following is my Night Photography Gallery, or what I like to call my “piece de resistance”. Loosely translated, ”piece de resistance” actually means piece of resistance. Only in French.
I chose the name Night Photography Gallery because the photos were taken at night.
Each of my photographs tell a story, and when combined, they tell even more of a story. And even though I know they all speak for themselves, I have titled each of them, just in case they don’t.
(If, for some reason you feel the titles still don’t tell the story, please feel free to email me and I will forward you the entire story in written form)
Thank you for visiting my gallery, and feel free to thoroughly enjoy my photos. However do not try this at home as they are copyrighted.
*Keep in mind that although these photos are somewhat “dark” in nature, I am not generally considered a dark person.
”2:47am Wake-up Call”
”Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore”
*Just to give you some background info, the “feeling” was that of my overflowing bladder, telling me that I needed to “wake-up” and go relieve it
”What the Hell Was That…”
*The original title of this photo was “Ouch, That’s Gonna Hurt Tomorrow!” However, because I prefer to let the pictures speak for themselves, I tend to refrain from using titles containing overly expressive punctuation
“Where In The F$*k is The Bathroom??”
*I don’t consider dollar signs, asterisks or question marks to be overly expressive punctuation
”Finding The (night) Light”
*you will notice the light reflecting off the ground on the left. This is not an imperfection, but rather the reflection from the light above, thus making this photo somewhat visible and even more exquisite
“Finally Urine The Right Place”
*If you look closely you will see the silhouette to the left of the toilet bowl. Again this is not a blunder, but rather one of my trademark “shadowing” techniques
“From Bedlam Back to Bed-land”
*Although this looks like ”Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore“, trust me, it’s not. By the time this photo had been taken, that “feeling” had already been valiantly fought. And conquered.
I hope know you have enjoyed my Night Photos as much as I enjoy being the owner of them. Please stay tuned for next time, when I will showcase my phenomenal yet elusive gallery entitled “Photographed Wildlife Photos”.
You missed a couple in the series that I enjoy.
“oops I missed and pissed on the floor”
“What’s this warm liquid that I am slipping on”
“When’s the damn paramedic going to show up?”
Ha!
Well Bearman, to be honest, I have yet to create those photos. I’m not sure if it has something to do with the fact that I’m female, or that I’m an expert hoverer (another one of my many gifts). Or maybe it’s both, tough to say.
But I will work on it, because anything my fans (aka. you) want to see, is what I want to give them.
Without you
guysguy, I would just be sharing all of my talent with myself…and my family of course (they have no choice).Just b/c you know how to hover doesn’t mean you weren’t hovering over your makeup chair and not the toilet.
Why would I hover over my make-up chair?
I’m the only one who sits on it…
(that was rhetorical, btw)
b/c it is dark and you confuse one for the other. Oh nevermind. When you have to explain it in that much detail, you realize it wasn’t funny to begin with.
You’re always funny, Bearman.
You’re a caricature…it’s all you know!
I am soooo glad that extra small format is not an option for a photographer of your calibre. It would be a terrible tragedy if the world were deprived of your inspiring photographs. The way you handled the non-existent light to take a toilet and transform it into a ghostly vision of porcelain beauty is beyond compare.
Thank-you Talon,
That’s exactly how I felt as well. I didn’t want to compromise my beliefs, yet I didn’t want to rob the world of my talented calibre. Thankfully I found a way around the whole issue.
If you’d like, I can send you a manual on my techniques. I mean, I’ve seen your photos and I admit they are brilliant http://talonted.blogspot.com , but if you ever want to “kick things down a notch”, just let me know.
I even have a special section at the back that deals specifically with HDRI (which actually means “High Dynamic Range Imaging”, only in acronym form).
Are you by any chance familiar with the following artist and his works?
http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-211486
He also he this marvelous piece called “White Out” taken in a driving blizzard.
As long as you will take a photo of your front door and send it to me, I’ll be most honored.
In my brief career as a painter fifteen years ago, I had three canvasses titled “Arctic Whiteout,” “Columbus Contemplates Urban Renewal in the New World” and “Malcolm X Contemplates His Personal Nightmare.” Unfortunately, my career was a brief due to my inability to create more descriptions of a white canvas.
Do you still have those Bill?
Like I always say, “Unique artistic creations are like stirrup pants…if you wait long enough, they always come back in style.”
YnB,
I can’t believe I didn’t know about this Chauve Fou fellow. Especially since he seems to be french, and I use french terms such as “piece de resistance”(see above for translation) and “tour de force” (tour of forces…I think) all the time!
I will make contact with him immediately, I see a collaboration coming on.
And for you, YnB, anything. http://www.triadtechgroup.com/images/ann._headshot-door__2x1.5_.jpg (ignore the guy standing in front of my door, I was trying to perfect my “head shot” technique)
I guess black is OK — at least until something darker is found.
I’m hoping they invent a “deep black” one day…it would just make things so much easier.
that first photo is perfect!!!
can you do a tips blog post of how to take good photos each week.
also have you seen ‘i heart faces’ blog? you will surely love it!
Thank-you Shraddha,
That is a great idea! I’ll have to come up with more tips, though…so far I only have enough to last me two and a half weeks.
And I haven’t seen the ‘i heart faces’ blog yet, but if you say I’ll like it then I will have to check it out. Besides, it will give me something to do today while I’m at work.
Thanks Shraddha, it’s always nice to see you,
Bschooled:)
Truly inspiring, B! Is there any challenge you haven’t taken-up, and NOT excelled at?! Wow-you do it all, and still have time to piddle (no pun intended)around with your pals’ comments here on your site. Um wait…don’t see any replies on this posting…could it be our B is traveling with the Arts & Croissant crowd only now?
By the way, thanks for the warning on the copyrighting…cuz you KNOW I’d be slipping them into my copy, paste, and pilfer blog ;/
I have to be honest with you jrofop, I’m not very good at hacky-sack or writing with my left hand. But other than that, I can pretty much do it all. ..
To be honest, the copyrighting comment was only for those guys who take my stuff and then sell it on EBay for thousands of dollars. If you only knew what one of my old co-workers once did with a paperclip that he’d stolen off my desk. Brutal.
But since I know you aren’t out to profit from my gift, feel free to pilfer away. It’s the least I could let you do.
I disagree with Shraddha. The first one is nowhere near as good as the second, you’ve obviously matured as an artist in the intervening period
Thank-you NM,
It’s probably because I took the second photo approximately two minutes or so after taking the first photo, which means that I’d grown a whole two minutes (both physically and technique-wise) by that time.
Thanks for your continued support, Nursemyra, I’ll send you an autographed second pic “on the maison” (that means “on the house”).
I’m taken with the shadowy images of your toilet.. such artistry. Is it for sale?
First sculpture and now photography, such talent. You inspire me to be a better woman.
Thank-you DF,
I tend to do that to women…I think it has something to do with the fact that I just “put it all out there”, you know? God gave me this talent, and think I’d be doing him a real disservice I didn’t go out there and flaunt it.
And since you inspire me as well, DF, I’m sending you an 8×11 glossy free of charge. (If you need something to tide you over until then, just right click over the image, then click on “save as”, and you should be able to save it on your own drive. (it’s one of my “secret tips”)
Amazing, outstanding, stupendous, brilliant, stunning B!!
I’m not sure whether or not you were aware, but you have an incredible natural talent and instinct. Black is such an imaginative color for me. The possibilities are infinite. Where someone may happen to see a barely visible toilet, I see Johnny Cash, making money as opposed to losing it, and the sleep of the dead. I see a Toronado being driven by George Stark. I see velvet and that soft southern style. I see an ace and a jack. I see the human heart that when faced with a belt, a stick, and a wrench laid out on the kitchen table, picks the wrench because fuck him that’s why. I see ‘Restraint’ and leather. Finally I see Gypsy blood, because frankly that’s all I see lately. But that light, that nightlight, lifts me beyond all this pain, all this misery, to a place that I can finally rest.
Do you see how powerful your message is? The raw emotion that it invokes?
Please do not ever stop B!
Scott,
The fact that I was able to invoke all of that raw emotion in you means I have done my job.
However, because invoking raw emotion just doesn’t seem to pay the bills these days (nor does it provide me with enough prescription coverage to buy my “inspiration invoking” pills), I am forced to keep my other job. What can I say, it’s a vicious cycle…
At least, that’s what I think it is…to tell you the truth I’ve never really understood that term. (same with the “bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” idea…seriously, wtf does that mean?)
Regardless, if I ever do start receiving those “cash cows” in the mail, I would love to take this whole photography thing one step further, and make it even more abstract and awe-inspiring.
My plan is to take photos of various objects (spoons, calculators, what have you) and get you to “tell me what you see”. We will then try to combine the two into some sort of Choose-Your-Own-Adventure type novel…or maybe a Hardy Boys mystery. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.
Think about it Scott. I could use someone like you on my team.
You had me at hello. Or at Choose-Your-Own-Adventure. One of those two had me. So yes, of course I think we should join forces and unite. I will tell you what I see in everything, everywhere. Just try not to get freaked out. I get freaked out sometimes, but that’s why they give me the nice pills. Hey, maybe my nice pills will inspire you like your inspiring pills make me nice? Either way we can swap medications, and that’s always a good time!
Don’t worry; I don’t know what ‘a vicious cycle’ means either. Or ‘a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,’ or ‘cash cow.’ But we’ll figure all that stuff out when we are filthy rich, heroin addicted, ego-maniacal artists. It’s going to be so great!
This sounds like the beginning of a beautiful, money-ensuing, narcotics-influenced, whatthefuckwasourplananyway relationship.
Hey, maybe we can even start an “idioms” business on the side!
But only idioms that make sense to money-ensuing, narcotics-influenced, whatthefuckwasourplananyway people like us.
I almost got that first one confused with “Losing Time” – that period between the last vodka tonic and discovering yourself in a stranger’s bed with a slugtrail of snot across your face and your hand in a bag of chips.
Hey GrannyPants,
I have to tell you that your visual has left me somewhat disturbed.
The idea that people would actually get smashed off vodka tonics makes my stomach turn…
Always nice to see you GP,
Bschooled
Excellent work Bschooled,
When I first saw these photos I thought for a moment I was looking at my television set. It’s a relic from 1957 and the picture tends to be a little on the dark side. (I’m not sure if it’s due to failing vision, a faulty tube, the fact that it’s unplugged or a combination of all those factors but I prefer it dark anyway. Ever since they cancelled Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom there really hasn’t been much on the television to catch my attention.)
But enough about me.
Back in the 1950’s I dabbled in photography and took some similar (though considerably less artistic and visionary) snaps while on vacation in Yellowstone National Park.
My darling wife Aggie entitled the series “Damn it Don, you forgot to take the lens cap off again you idiot.” A cumbersome title, I’m the first to admit, but they summed up the pictures well.
Anyway, these are fine snaps, Bschooled, and you should be damned proud of yourself. You’ve got considerable talent, young lady and are quite the shutterbug.
Your friend,
Don
Don,
I know how you feel about the whole lack of quality television programming nowadays. They seem to have gotten rid of all the entertaining shows and left us with garbage like The Hills and Degrassi The Next Generation.
When I was young, there was nothing I looked forward to more than sitting down in front of the TV after a hard day at school, and living vicariously through the guests on shows like Sally Jessy Raphael and Dini Petty.
And I remember every Sunday afternoon, my family and I would pop some corn, go to the living room (if my Mom was stuck on set it would just be My Dad, sister and I), and watch the Kingo Bingo marathon. We didn’t have any playing cards, mind you, but that didn’t stop us from getting in on the excitement. Sometimes we’d even tape the episodes on our VCR, just so we wouldn’t have to miss out if we were stuck going to “Pick-Your-Part Auto” that day.
But enough about me.
I find it hard to believe that your pictures would be any less visionary and artistic than mine, Don. In fact, you seem to excel in every endeavour you take on (remember, I’ve seen your talent with photoshop). I’ll bet I could have learned a lot from your photography skills back in the day.
Anyway, thank-you for the compliment, and if you promise to stay alive for the next little while, I’ll send you a special commemorative “Damn it Don, you forgot to take the lens cap off again you idiot,” as seen from an outsiders perspective. It’s what I do (or what I will be doing, I have to learn the techniques in order of appearance on Wikipedia).
Your good (and talented) friend,
Bschooled
Many thanks Bschooled,
That Dini Petty fellow was a hell of an entertainer. Aggie and I used to watch him and that Gord Martineau whenever we were visiting my sister-in-law in Sudbury. And it’s likely before your time but we also really enjoyed that “The Trouble with Tracy” show too. That Tracy was a damned rascal.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFLEvAhSTwQ
Anyway, I’ll do my best to stay alive now that I have that commemorative photo too look forward to.
Regards,
Don
HA! That was outstanding!
“I’m the murderee…”
“You were right Sally, it is whom!”
…now that’s the kind of hilarity you just don’t see anymore these days. And that laugh track…oh how it laughs!
I just hope they carry the full season DVD set at Future Shop (I have a feeling I’m getting a gift card for Christmas).
Thank-you Don. That was 4 minutes and 21 seconds of pure comedic brilliance.
I’ll go with my fellow commentators: The pictures are superb, although I think #1 gets to much bright on it.
Now, what I really want to know is: What the hell did you do to your hair???
Thanks for the compliment on my work, Ivan.
Although I take it you don’t like the hair? I thought the South Americans liked the “Michael Bolton circa 1989″ look…
Or is that the Yugoslavians?
Kenny G, you mean…
HA!
Ok, how about if we make a compromise…
Bravo! If there is one thing I enjoy it is opaque art. It reminds me of those 3-D images that you can only make out if you stare long enough to have your eyes cross. 1 in 988 will have a life altering seizure from that.
You are so damn funny.
And here I though I was the only one to have night camera fun.
http://veggiemacabre.wordpress.com/2008/07/29/a-spider-made-me-destroy-my-keys/
Ha!
Like I always say Will…
(well you know what I always say, seeing as we’re related and all)
That’s hilarious, I can’t believe I didn’t read that when I spent half a work day creeping on your blog way back when…we need to work on a collaboration. You know, get our “names out there”. It’s what abstract artists do (or so I’ve been told).
And not only are you witty, but you are a wealth of knowledge. Here’s to hoping you and I are one of the 987!!
Your work is ‘natch, inspiring. How inspiring, you may or may not ask. Poetry inspiring! Ah, poetry — the favorite past time of lunatics, idle opium addicts, impoverished wastrels, deluded alcoholics who dream of making millions, foppish young romantics, limerick loving joke-slingers, and the desperate fiends in search of the elusive rhyme for “orange.”
I like to consider myself all of the above, and so, I have composed a series of poetic masterpieces that I’m sure will make me a millionaire. My first poem was inspired by your work and a 40 ouncer of “Strip Me Naked Gin.”
”Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore”
Putrefying butter
Look what you’ve done to my bladder
Oh zounds, that’s right
It’s the dark of night
And bladders have no eyes
The following is inspired by your photography, my opium habit, and my girlfriend the poet and impoverish wastrel… Oh, and your overly expressive punctuation… Oh, and my not-so-strange compulsion to add “eth” to the end of most every word in the hopes of making it sound more poetic…
”What thy Helleth Was That…”
Things goeth bumpeth in the nighteth!!!!!!!!!!!
Bumpeth!!! They doeth!!!!!!!!!!
Scallywags and darkness shrouded in… um, “eth”
Fear not deatheth!!!
Or thy last breatheth!!!!
Soon the lighteth shall returneth!!!
Next we have one that was inspired (again) by your photograph as well as my love of limericks. I think this one also has “New Dance Craze” potential.
“Where In The F$*k is The Bathroom??”
There once was a bathroom called where in the fuck
People looked for it, but had no fucking luck
They couldn’t find it
And so took a shit
In the back of a pick up truck
This next ode is inspired by a photography you took. It was also inspired by my desire to rhyme words with “orange”
”Finding The (night) Light”
Fright!
Light!
Night!
Fight!
Hark!
Dark!
Orange!
Umm… Uhhh… “porange”????
Being the foppish young romantic that I am, the following is an instantaneous emotive response to what I felt when I saw your photograph.
“Finally Urine The Right Place”
The darkness is falling, the bleak wind is mauling,
My groin ripped bare and in shreds.
Oh, and the chickens are dying too,
Ye! (Not to be confused with “yay”)
On the earth in a veil of black in a shroud like a Goth chick
Comes the night,
Like a Virgin Prune
With really cool makeup and clothes
And dim shadows
And what the Hell
Throw in a sepulchre.
The chill rain is falling, of course,
The worm is crawling, ‘natch
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is yelling
It’s all good until we run out of drugs
Then I’m going home to my parent’s basement
Cause there’s no way I’m peeing the dark
Something something the death knell of a lark
Finally, a haiku. Inspired by the photo and my lunar connection to the moon in all its lunacy.
“From Bedlam Back to Bed-land
Oop Oop Oop Oop Five
From Bedlam Back to Bed-land
Woot, woop, wha, hah, five
Alan,
You always know what to say. Or write.
To be honest, I did ask myself how inspiring my work actually was. However, after consulting with my Magic 8-Ball sculpture (As Seen on TV…or will be As Seen on TV very soon, fingers crossed!), I was pretty sure it was extremely high on the inspirational scale.
But it’s always nice to get feedback from those who have the means to actually purchase my works of genius.
And I also find it a little ironic (don’t you think?), seeing as a good 98.7% of my 100 customers happen to be lunatics, idle opium addicts, impoverished wastrels, deluded alcoholics who dream of making millions, foppish young romantics, limerick loving joke-slingers, and/or desperate fiends in search of the elusive rhyme for “orange.” (borange? florange? Polymysostitorange? Come on, give me a hint!)
Judging from your prose, it’s obvious that you are to poetry what Robert Frost is to “an elfish-like creature personifying crisp, winter weather, who always leaves those zany crystal-like patterns found on car windows during long, cold mornings”.
And that my friend, is very high praise indeed.
I did, however, take the liberty of translating one of your mesmerizing poems into verbiage that may be more conducive to those in the 16-24 year old age bracket. Hope you don’t mind.
”Yo, Biatch!! What da Hella!!”
Things go ba donk ‘a donk donk in da night
Bump da beyotches do
Scallywags yo ass an’ darkness shrouded in… um, shizzle?
Fear death? No way, boi!
Dis mofo be breathin’
Soon da light be back…aiight?
Anyway, I will work on the others later (I’m translating for the Amish and those who speak Pig-Latin as well). But I think you really have something here, Alan.
That “Strip Me Naked Gin” does wonders for your creativity.
As a millionaire poet, patronizing the arts is something of a shtick of mineth.
It’s a good move of yours to tap into the lunatics/idle opium addicts/ impoverished wastrels/ deluded alcoholics who dream of making millions/foppish young romantics/ limerick loving joke-slingers/ desperate fiends in search of the elusive rhyme for “orange” demographic.
It’s an overlooked market, and let’s face it, one day they will rule the world.
And if history has taught us anything it’s that those who rule the world purchase all the photographic art. Clearly, you’ve been doing your research! Well done, my friend.
As for the “orange” rhyme… Well, lets just say it’s somewhere between “spoarange” and the wee and bony little known Scottish town of Auchterarderange.
I like what you’ve down for the 16 – 24 age group. Although I remain convinced they deserve nothing more than our derision, I think it’s nice that you’re reaching out to them.
I took the liberty of jotting down one for the 16 – 2 4 month group.
I like this gang. They can sort of walk and talk. And all you need to do to make them laugh is burp or make a stupid face (something they have in common with the 16 – 24 year old demographic). Anyway, here it is. I look forward to your notes.
Goo. Poo. Hee hee.
Winky tinky diaper stinky nightlight
Bumpy mumpy mummy’s nipple…
My wittle world
Jam-ees. Poopy? Oopsie!
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Bye bye sleep time
It took three years and 756 cases of “Strip Me Naked Gin” to write this. I think it’s got a playful “Magnum Opus” quality to it.
But now I must dash. “Out damn spot!” (No, I’m not Lady McB and I’m not plagued by guilt for my part in the killing of Duncan…I’m taking my dog, “Spot”, out for a walk.)
Odds my bodkins!
I’m no longer spam…
Did you eradicate wordpress?
“What the spoarterarderange…???”
It’s a miracle!
Outstanding, Alan. I have no notes that could possibly improve your “tour de force” (tour of force).
Now all you need to do is to work on appealing to the 3-6 month “still in womb” demographic, and I think we’ll have everything covered. I imagine this poem will have a more droning and/or reverberated sound, but I’m sure you can pull it off.
Of course you can….YOU’RE ALAN!
Now I, too, must dash. “Now sit Ubu sit! Good dog…” (No, I’m not Alfred Jarry and I’m not writing a play called “Ubu Roi” that premiered in 1896 and was one of the precursors to the Theatre of the Absurd and the greater surrealist art movement of the early twentieth century…I’m telling my dog, “Ubu”, to sit)
Well, I see Alan has been here, in addition to the usual troublemakers. It’s my own damn fault for showing up so late and now there’s hardly any room to write.
I’ll try and be succint (wink, wink). Perhaps I should stop speaking so parenthetically. It’s only going to stretch things out. Back to square one.
Briefly: fantastic post. Your attention to detail is amazing. Love your camera setup. Much like minimal techno, minimalist paintings and minimizing your open windows, your photos are definitely more the sum of what isn’t there than what is.
As for photo advice (not that you asked), my recommendation to novice camerapersons and computer users alike, is to open their Command Prompt and type “format C:” You’ll be amazed by the amount of minimalism contained (or formerly contained) in your C drive.
I would follow this up with some poetry, but I have none. Please take this couplet from Flavor Flav in lieu of an actual literary work:
The monkey ain’t no joke
So you wanna mess with the coke
Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy
The monkey ain’t no joke
End communication.
Great to see you, CLT.
I hope you don’t feel you need to be succint just for my benefit…or even pithy for that matter. The more verbally-endowed your comments are, the more verbally-endowed I then become. It’s an osmosis thing. Or maybe it’s a diffusion of water through a semi-permeable membrane thing? Either way, it makes me more smarter.
I would also love to hear all of the photo advice you have to give me (especially since your wife is such a brilliant photographer and I can tell you know a thing or two about picture-taking as well). But to be honest, it might be a little easier if we just cut through all of the rigamarole (Responsible Care Break- “Always remember to wear your eye-protection while cutting”), and you just send me the pictures you already have on your C drive. That way I don’t have to worry about actually “going out there” and taking the photos myself. I mean, it’s already the end of September, and you know how cold these Canadian winters can be. Or maybe you don’t? (tough to say, since I don’t think I”ve ever asked you that question)
By the way, thanks for the poem, CLT. To be honest, that masterpiece was actually the main reason I started drinking Pepsi….well, until TL told me it caused the gayness, that is. Now I stick with Dr. Pepper. Because let’s face it…deep down inside, we’re all peppers.
I shall leave you now, as I’ve actually stopped making sense, even to myself.
But thanks for the comment, CLT. And thanks for the “End communication”. So much more definite than your dangling “From” used to be.
Nice Photos… These most excellent photographs have inspired me… I should say… required me to reset my monitor to view them properly… at first glance, all I could see was dark… black… nothingness… I spent quite some time staring and wondering and daydreaming … and asking myself – what the hell are these other people seeing and posting about? Am I losing my mind? I see nothing… Then… an epiphany! I ran a monitor setup and reset the color and brightness levels and Walla! or is it Wallah? On the other hand, how about Shazam! I could see the artistic beauty, the dim but unmistakable outline of a toilet… Wow! Very nice work…
Hey Anonymous,
I must say that is quite the outstanding comment. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d assume you were the same anonymous who once wrote the famous quote, “Don’t be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality. If you can dream it, you can make it so.”
But since it was written in the 1800′s or something like that, I’m assuming it wasn’t you. (Although I do find it odd, I mean your names are spelled the exact same and everything)
Regardless, not only do I find your ephinany “revelational” (is that a word?), I find it eye-opening and Eureka!-like as well. And because I rarely find all three at the same time, it must be brilliant.
Unfortunately I can’t help you with the Walla/Wallah confusion, as I myself always thought it was “Wawa.” (you can just imagine how awkward it was when one of my students came up to the podium mid picture-taking class and handed me a bottle of Evian).
Thank-you for the stellar comment, Anonymous, I hope to see you back when I do my Wildabeast Photography Gallery (“They’re Wildas! No they’re Beasts! They’re Wildabeasts!”)
Bschooled:)
Glory B! I spend my entire life stumbling around in the dark, and now someone catches all of it through the eye of a camera lense. The flashbacks, the blackouts, the cloudy sky at night after purple mushrooms. Thanks for the dark side, B. Or the B side, dark. This IS where all the cool kids hang-out, and that especially goes for Don. Thanks for a late night laugh.
Glory Invasive1!
Thanks for the comment, I’m glad I could help you find your dark side. Like I said, I’m not a dark person myself (I tend to go from white straight to “lobster”), but it’s always nice to know that I can help others find it in themselves.
Yes, I have to agree that this is where all the cool kids hang out. I’ve been lucky enough to have some of the funniest commenters in the blogosphere come by and write outstanding, hilarity-ensuing comments on my otherwise relatively-average blog. If I only knew how it happened in the first place, I’d turn it into another one of my cash cow ideas.
But alas, I don’t.
And although technically Mr. Mills is one in 14.28 (according to the 2005 statistics on the number of Senior Citizens in the world), in my mind he’s one in a million. (Or maybe one in approximately 25,000, I don’t think I’ve even met a million people in my life).
Always nice to see you, Invasive1,
Bschooled
Thanks B! If I have even half of Don’s wit and wisdom during the golden years, I’ll consider myself very lucky (and super resilient to early substance abuse).
How did I miss this? I guess when my computer died, but still, shame on me.
Okay, your commentary is funny (as usual), but the shots are great. The nightlight and toilet are especially good. You may think I am pulling your chain, but it is harder to make a shot that reflects what you are going for than people think. Does that make sense?
So, you’re sandbagging on me uh? You don’t fool me B, I know artistic vision when I see it.
Haha!
If anyone knows artistic, it’s you, FJ, so I will definitely take it as a compliment. However, once you see my “wildlife”, you may change your mind.
Thankfully I have a “no takebacks” policy.
ps. Funny you should find this post, I was thinking about you when I did it. (in a good way:))