Is less more?
I believe I don’t need to explain the title since everybody knows that phrase. The whole idea behind it is that generally, simplicity is more appreciated and better understood than complexity. That is for certain type of people of course. Usually I’m stuck somewhere in between, perhaps even a bit more leaned on the complex side, but it all comes down to the type of situation that find I myself in. What got me thinking about this in the first place? This shot.
I took this photo of Maja yesterday, just a few minutes before we went to bed. It was taken on the bed in fact. From a technical point of view, this photo is a total car crash. Since the lighting in the room was really bad, I had to use the higher ISO (that’s why it’s grainy) and furthermore, it’s not even sharp. Not sharp?! Anyone who knows me well would probably ask me “You out of all people, like an out of focus image?” Indeed, normally I’m obsessed with sharpness and overall image quality which is why I generally (if possible) rather use my tripod, so I don’t need the higher ISO or at least I fix it later on in post-production. So usually, I really wouldn’t label a shot like this as a “keeper”.
However, I love this photo. It is so god damn simple. But it’s not just the simplicity, but also the sentimental value that it represents to me. For me, it basically says everything about that girl and her personality. Notice the contrast between the playful child wanting to stay up late, while we can clearly see how obviously tired she is. We can’t really see her eyes either, so for what we know, she might as well be sleeping already.. which wouldn’t surprise me much ;)
Tell me, what is your perspective on “less is more”? Have you ever taken a shot like this?
Just another rainy Saturday.
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you got to put up with the rain as well.
Hunting for a thunder!
Thunder, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
Thunder, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na! :)
Unlike most people, I’ve always really enjoyed and loved thunderstorms and needless to say, I have always been fascinated by their beauty, size and the strenght at the same time. I’ve heard some people tend to sleep better if there is a thunderstorm outside their window, but I can’t say I’m one of them, because I always sleep good, no matter what is going on around me. (Knock, knock, knock). Counting only the fact that for a brief moment, a second or two after the “big old BOOM” the whole sky above you turns into a lightning show and makes it look like the New Years Eve on a whole new level is just priceless. For that reason, I think thunder is the most obvious proof and a really violent display of how powerful the nature is and just how small and control-less we as an individual are against it. Funny thing though, just because you know it’s so dangerous and that you REALLY shouldn’t go outside instead of just watching it through your kitchen window makes you want to go there even more. I guess it’s true, that the things we cannot have tend to be the most desirable and would satisfy us the most.. or is that just me? :D
Well, now that we already discussed about the awesomeness of the thunderstorms, lets cut to the point. (:
I was coming home on a bicycle tonight, returning from the guitar lessons I have every tuesday, when I noticed.. no, actually I FELT how the weather changed from a nice warm evening to a strong wind blowing situation with very, almost scary dark sky right behind me. Using my natural instinct, when I realised I’m on a bicycle in a T-shirt and in shorts (cause it’s been really warm lately, perhaps even too warm sometimes) I knew I had no more, but about 10 minutes to get the hell out of there because it’s about to get nasty. I could dramatize even more right now, and use all the war-like and painful adjectives that I know of, to describe how serious and horible the situation was, but really it wasn’t that bad because after I got home, I had like time to eat a toast and talk to my bird until the raining really began, but when it did, it started raining like.. in London? I don’t know, like somewhere where it really rains alot. :D
People would generaly be happy and satisfited that they didn’t come home wet and wouldn’t even think about going out now, in the middle of the storm. But then again, I am not like most people, so when I saw that there are thunders flying around like arrows in the battle between the Spartans and the Greek (epic metaphor, I surprise myself sometimes as well) I grabbed my camera bag and my tripod and an umbrella, rushed to a field, set up my equipment and took a few dozen shots at the sky. I admit it, I should’ve been there faster, because I totally missed probably the most interesting part of the storm when the thunders were really intense and more often seen, so I didn’t get the chance (or I wasn’t acurate enough) to catch the “big ones” that I was going for, the ones the fill the whole sky, but still I did catch a few smaller ones. You know what they say, there’s always tomorrow, and in my case, there literally is another storm predicted by our meteorologists. :P
Enjoy the show! ;)
La vita è bella 